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Kisa the Cat
Once upon a time there lived a queen who had a beautiful cat, the colour of smoke, with
china-blue eyes, which she was very fond of. The cat was constantly with her, and ran
after her wherever she went, and even sat up proudly by her side when she drove out in
her fine glass coach.
'Oh, pussy,' said the queen one day, 'you are happier than I am! For you have a dear kitten
just like yourself, and I have nobody to play with but you.'
'Don't cry,' answered the cat, laying her paw on her mistress's arm. 'Crying never does
any good. I will see what can be done.'
The cat was as good as her word. As soon as she returned from her drive she trotted off to
the forest to consult a fairy who dwelt there, and very soon after the queen had a little
girl, who seemed made out of snow and sunbeams. The queen was delighted, and soon
the baby began to take notice of the kitten as she jumped about the room, and would not
go to sleep at all unless the kitten lay curled up beside her.
Two or three months went by, and though the baby was still a baby, the kitten was fast
becoming a cat, and one evening when, as usual, the nurse came to look for her, to put
her in the baby's cot, she was nowhere to be found. What a hunt there was for that kitten,
to be sure! The servants, each anxious to find her, as the queen was certain to reward the
lucky man, searched in the most impossible places. Boxes were opened that would hardly
have held the kitten's paw; books were taken from bookshelves, lest the kitten should
have got behind them, drawers were pulled out, for perhaps the kitten might have got shut
in. But it was all no use. The kitten had plainly run away, and nobody could tell if it
would ever choose to come back.
Years passed away, and one day, when the princess was playing ball in the garden, she
happened to throw her ball farther than usual, and it fell into a clump of rose-bushes. The
princess of course ran after it at once, and she was stooping down to feel if it was hidden
in the long grass, when she heard a voice calling her: 'Ingibjorg! Ingibjorg!' it said, 'have
you forgotten me? I am Kisa, your sister!'
'But I never HAD a sister,' answered Ingibjorg, very much puzzled; for she knew nothing
of what had taken place so long ago.
'Don't you remember how I always slept in your cot beside you, and how you cried till I
came? But girls have no memories at all! Why, I could find my way straight up to that cot
this moment, if I was once inside the palace.'