by Ann Purser
“Are you sure about that, dearest?” said Roy, as she sat down.
“Of course not,” she answered, and knelt down to pray. As silence fell on the assembled company, a very small miaow was heard from the back of the church. A cat marched up the aisle and leapt onto Ivy’s pew. “Ah, there you are, Tiddles,” she said, and got to her feet. “Time to go, Roy,” she added, and with the cat tucked under her arm, she set off for home.
Table of Contents
Cover
Contents
Title Page
Also by Ann Purser
Copyright
Acknowledgments
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