Snowball.

' EW! mew!” came a soft little cry from the porch by the
dining-room door. .

Minnie Vine, in the room all alone, eating her breakfast,
dropped her spoonful of bread and milk back into her mug
S and listened.

A little louder came the cry again—“Mew! mew! mew!”
Then Minnie ran and opened the door and caught up in her arms the

  

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little kitten she found there. It stopped crying and curled down in her arms,
purring softly.

Minnie ran to her mamma and asked her if she might keep the kitty for
her own. Mamma said she thought it was alittle runaway, but she might keep
it until she found the owner.

“Well, mamma, I want to give it some breakfast and name it,” said
Minnie.