Mark Twain,
The Mysterious Stranger — Chapter 5
(1916)
“ Miss Marget so mournful and just a shadow, and the old master shut up in jail.""It seems a pity not to keep it," said Satan.Ursula turned quickly--just as if she were hoping some one would encourage her."Why?" she asked, wistfully."Because this breed brings luck.""Does it? Is it true? Young man, do you know it to be true? How does it bring luck?""Well, it brings money, anyway."Ursula looked disappointed. "Money? A cat bring money? The idea! You could never sell it here; people do not buy cats here; one can't even give them away." ”
