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“MR. BUTTONS,” SAID Emmeline that night, as they sat on the sand near the tent he had improvised, “Mr. Button—cats go to sleep.” They had been questioning him about the “never-wake-up” berries. “Who said they didn’t?” asked Mr. Button. “I mean,” said Emmeline, “they go to sleep and never wake up again. Ours did. It had stripes on it, and a white chest, and rings all down its tail. It went asleep in the garden, all stretched out, and showing its teeth; an’ I told Jane, and Dicky ran in an’ told uncle. I went to Mrs. Sims, the doctor’s wife, to tea; and when I came back I asked Jane where p***y was and she said it was deadn’ berried, but I wasn’t to tell uncle.” “I remember,” said d**k. “It was the day I went to the circus, and you told me not to tell daddy the cat was deadn’ berried. B