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Vi brother Harold and I think ourselves very happy little children, for we

have a pretty home, a dear Papa and Mamma, a baby brother, and a great
many pets. “Household Pets” Nurse calls them; but we two children always
feel as if they were more our friends than anybody else's.

First of all comes my darling Velvetina, who is my very own Pussy. She
has been mine ever since she was a wee kitten. Her mother is the old grey cat,
who lives in the stable. One day she met Harold and me in the garden, and purred
and arched her back and ran on before, just as if she had something to show us,
and wanted us to follow her; so we did. And she led us into the hay-loft, and there
we found four of the prettiest kittens we ever saw.

I caught up Velvetina, and said, “I shall have this kitty, if Mamma will let
me, Harold.”

“And I shall have the white one,” said my brother.

We ran in and asked Mamma if we might have the pretty little things, and
old Pussy trotted along at the side of us, looking very anxious, and mewing.

Mamma said that I might have Velvetina; but that, as Harold had a dog,
he must be content to go without the white one; and then she told us to carry
them back to Pussy’s hiding-place, and leave Shem with her till they were big
enough to take from their mother. So we ran back to the stable, and put them
in with their little brothers, and Pussy seemed very glad. Then we asked Cook
to give us a saucer-full of warm milk, and we took it to the old cat, to show her
that we were much obliged to her for trusting us, and showing us her pretty

kittens.
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