`` If he could only TELL us where he feels the worst ! '' said Cecily piteously . `` It 's so dreadful to see him suffering and not be able to do a single thing to help him ! '' `` I do n't think he 's suffering much now , '' I said comfortingly . The Story Girl said nothing . She passed and repassed her long brown hand gently over her pet 's glossy fur . Pat lifted his head and essayed to creep a little nearer to his beloved mistress . The Story Girl drew his limp body close in her arms . There was a plaintive little mew -- a long quiver -- and Paddy 's friendly soul had fared forth to wherever it is that good cats go . `` Well , he 's gone , '' said Dan , turning his back abruptly to us . `` It does n't seem as if it can be true , '' sobbed Cecily . `` This time yesterday morning he was full of life . '' `` He drank two full saucers of cream , '' moaned Felicity , `` and I saw him catch a mouse in the evening . Maybe it was the last one he ever caught . '' `` He did for many a mouse in his day , '' said Peter , anxious to pay his tribute to the departed . '' ` He was a cat -- take him for all in all . We shall not look upon his like again , ' '' quoted Uncle Blair . Felicity and Cecily and Sara Ray cried so much that Aunt Janet lost patience completely and told them sharply that they would have something to cry for some day -- which did not seem to comfort them much . The Story Girl shed no tears , though the look in her eyes hurt more than weeping . `` After all , perhaps it 's for the best , '' she said drearily .
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