The Little Stowaway. oy

 

ma!” he said, looking very full at
me.

“Where do you live then?” I
asked. “You're not a bit like
Bobbie !”

“Me live wid de Capitaine;
me never will leaf de Capitaine—
never, never, never!” he answered
eagerly. |

This made me feel very queer,
. and I think I looked half-fright-
ened, for his look changed quickly,
and he said, smiling his own sunny
smile—

“Me fetch petite mademoiselle
someting nice; me fetch de puss
dat de Capitaine just bring home!”