54 The Tumble.

 

the little man, somewhat comforted
by hearing himself called ‘ Johnny,
boy when he had an idea that he
had been too careless to deserve any
pet names.

‘Oh! yes, you have; for I washed
the stains out of that one you spoilt
yesterday, and hung it up to dry;
and it looks quite nice,’ said May.
‘So if you make haste we can have
you quite smart in a few minutes ;
and you know mother always likes
clean boys.’

So the three pussies were left
to their own devices; and while the
mother-pussie sat down and gave her
two babies’ paws a very good licking,

May took her big baby upstairs, and