At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room. "What are you laughing at?", he asked, but the boys only laughed the harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones cried out "Tommy, it's your face." Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each cheek an enormous dab of red paint. "Halloo, Green?" shouted one of the boys, "You're red now, ain't you?" Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some other small boy in a similar manner. Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly, as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper. [Illustration: PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.] FOND OF CATS. Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest respect, was Egypt. The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town. Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property. Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to pieces without trial. [Illustration: EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.] THE CAT'S QUESTIONS. Dozing, and dozing, and dozing! Pleasant enough, Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat. Delicate stuff! Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop, Or light, stealthy tread Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight On ridge-pole or shed. Waked by a somersault, whirling, Whirling from cushion to floor; Waked from a wild rush of safety From window to door.