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grocery store here? I wonder why Mr. Samuels didn’t take the cat with him when he sold the store.”
    “Whiskers made his home in the store,” said Maggie. “He wouldn’t be happy anywhere else. Mr. Samuels told me he gave the cat to Mr. Hellman—the man who bought the store.”
    Maggie went into the delicatessen. Tad followed her.
    “Mr. Hellman,” said Maggie, “what’s old Whiskers doing out on the street?”
    “I can’t have a dirty animal in my store,” said the delicatessen man.
    “But Whiskers has never been out of the store.”
    “He’s out now,” said Mr. Hellman.
    Tad watched the little black cat. It was huddled against the storefront, trying to keep out of the way of people passing by.
    A big striped tomcat strolled around the corner. He stopped to hiss at little Whiskers, who ran under a parked delivery truck.
    “He’ll get killed!” said Tad. “Please, Mr. Hellman, let him back in the store. He’s a clean cat.”
    “I won’t have a cat getting into my salami,” said Mr. Hellman. “If you’re so fond of the cat, you take him.”
    Maggie pressed her lips together. Her green eyes glinted. She looked hard at the delicatessen man. “I won’t be buying anything more from you,” she said, “and don’t be surprised if rats get into your salami.” She took Tad by the hand and marched out of the store.
    Outside on the street Maggie stopped to coax Whiskers out from under the truck. Tad scooped him up. “Are you going to keep him, Maggie?”
    “I guess I’ll have to. Henry won’t likeit, but I’ll keep Whiskers in the living room. Henry can still be king of the kitchen.”
    After supper Tad told Nora about Whiskers. “Why doesn’t Maggie just feed the delicatessen man some of her fudge?” Nora asked.
    “It wears off, silly,” Tad reminded her.
    “Sometimes,” Nora said, “I wonder if we dreamed all that stuff about the fudge. Nothing magic happens anymore.”
    “Well, why don’t we get out that fudge I swiped and test it?” asked Tad.
    “I can’t trust you to stop at two pieces,” said Nora. “And I’m saving it till we really need it. Now, go do your homework. I still have my arithmetic to do.”

Tad and Nora were coming home from school. They passed Hellman’s delicatessen just as a lady came running out. She was carrying a little boy, and she seemed very upset. “No, no, Tommy. That was not a squirrel, and you can’t pet it!”
    Mr. Hellman came out of the store after the lady. “It won’t happen again. I’ll get rid of them. I promise.” Mr. Hellman caught sight of Tad. “Boy,” he said, “come here.”
    “What do you want, Mr. Hellman?” Tad asked.
    “I’ll give you a dollar if you bring that cat back.”
    “You mean Whiskers? I don’t think Mrs. Brown will give him back,” said Tad.
    “Why not?” Mr. Hellman looked angry.
    “She wants Whiskers to have a good home,” said Tad.
    Mr. Hellman looked ready to explode, but he just said, “You tell Mrs. Brown I’ll be good to the cat. Now go get it.”
    Tad and Nora went around the corner and down the street. Tad rang Maggie’s bell. When Maggie opened the door, Tad said, “Mr. Hellman wants Whiskers back.”
    Maggie smiled. “I thought he would.”
    “You mean you’ll let him have Whiskers?” said Nora. “Suppose he’s mean to him?”
    “He won’t be,” said the witch. “And Whiskers will be happy to be back in his old home. Henry will be happy too. He hates being kept out of the living room.” Maggie went upstairs to get Whiskers.
    Tad took the cat back to the delicatesseri.Mr. Hellman forgot to give him the dollar.
    Later in the afternoon Nora’s mother gave her some money and told her to buy a pound of potato salad for supper. Nora went to the delicatessen. She wanted to see how Whiskers was doing.
    The cat was chasing something behind the counter.
    Mr. Hellman was busy talking to Mrs. Hastings. Neither of them saw Nora when she came in.
    “That Mrs. Brown you have living in your