60 Katie Summers.

 

took us out of the basket, and stroked and car-
ressed us, and called us beauties, and then she
gave us some milk and a little meat, and put us
into a cupboard where there was a nice soft
little mat for our bed. We were very tired, and
glad to lie down, but we missed our dear mother’s
pretty song that she always used to sing to us
when we went to bed. We comforted each
other as well as we could, and Mac was very
kind, and tried to purr me to sleep; but he
couldn’t help feeling sad, and didn’t purr halfas
well as he generally did.

“The next morning, as soon as we awoke, we
washed ourselves, for our mother had taught us
to be clean, and then we went into the kitchen
to look about us. We found a big cat there,
and were rather frightened for him at first;
but he was very kind, though rather grave and
quiet. He asked us our names, and then he
told us his. It was ‘Winkles.’ I couldn’t help
laughing, for I thought it was the funniest name