The Lost Kitty.
by Harriette Newell Woods Baker (AKA Aunt Hattie).
CHAPTER I.
THE MALTESE KITTY.
"O Hatty! see that pretty kitty! I wonder where she came from."
Fred Carleton walked softly toward the puss, his hand outstretched, calling, "Kitty, pretty kitty," until he had her in his arms.
His sister Hatty took her hands from the dish-water, wiped them on the roller, and came toward him.
"Why Fred!" she exclaimed, "that"s Ned Perry"s kitty. Clara says it"s a real Maltese. They"ll feel dreadfully when they know it"s lost."
"I wish they wouldn"t mind," said Fred, caressing the puss; "see how she loves me! I"d like to keep her so much."
"But would you have Ned, who is a roguish boy, catch one of your bantams and keep it? You"d call that stealing."
Fred sighed. "But I didn"t go to catch her, Hatty; she came right into the door. I think that"s different."
"Perhaps she is hungry."
"O Hatty! may I try her with some milk?"
"Yes," she answered, laughing at his eagerness. "Pour some into a saucer from the pitcher in the closet, and see whether she will drink it."
He was rewarded by the sight of p.u.s.s.y lapping up the milk.
"I do believe kitty is thanking me," he said, laughing and clapping his hands. "See how she keeps looking up! I never saw a kitty do so before."
Puss did, indeed, seem to be grateful. She lapped away at the milk with great eagerness, and then she would look in the face of her benefactor, and utter a soft little mew.
[Ill.u.s.tration: p.u.s.s.y LAPPING THE MILK. Page 14.]
"Frederick," called out Mrs. Carleton from the head of the stairs, "isn"t it time for you to go to school?"
"It"s Sat.u.r.day, ma; I don"t go to-day."
"Oh, I forgot," she said; "well, come up here a minute."
Fred obeyed, carrying kitty in his arms.
"What a pretty puss!" his mother exclaimed; "where did you find her?"
Fred, standing very erect and firm, told all the circ.u.mstances relating to his new friend, and then asked,--
"What shall I do with her?"
"Carry her to Mrs. Perry, to be sure."
"But it"s a long walk, and it"s awful muddy, ma. Couldn"t I let her stay here, and tell Ned at Sabbath school?"
"Is that the way you would like Ned to do, if the kitty were yours?
Perhaps he is looking everywhere for her now, and mourning because his pet is lost."
Frederick sat for a moment stroking the cat"s soft fur; then he started up, exclaiming, "I"ll go right off. I don"t care if it is muddy. I know Ned will be so glad."
It was indeed quite a task for a child of only eight years to carry a half-grown cat over a muddy road for a third of a mile. But Fred antic.i.p.ated, with delight, the pleasure he should give, and the thanks he would receive. Once kitty, not liking to be held so tightly, escaped from his arms, and led him a chase over the wall into a marshy field; but he caught her again at last, and laughed alone by himself, imagining how Ned and Clara would run to meet him as soon as they saw what he was carrying.
Hatty had finished washing the dishes, and had swept the dining-room and kitchen, when, happening to look from the window, she saw Fred coming back.
He sc.r.a.ped the mud from his boots and came into the kitchen, his face expressive of the greatest disgust.
"What"s the matter now?" inquired his sister, laughing at his comical expression; "didn"t you get the kitty safe home?"
"Yes."
"Well, weren"t they glad to find her?"
"I didn"t see anybody but Mrs. Perry, and she was just as cross as she could be. She never thanked me one mite. She only looked at my boots as if she was afraid I was going to walk in, and then she said,--
""Well, put her down; cats are a great bother, any way.""
"Why didn"t you tell Mrs. Perry you would take her back again? I should think she might have thanked you, anyhow."
"I hate not to be thanked," exclaimed Fred.
"Especially when you took pains to go so far through all this mud."
"Next time kitty comes here, crying and trying to come in, I"ll keep her myself. I"m as tired as I can be, I had to chase her so."
Fred took off his boots, and went up stairs, where his mother sat sewing, to relate his grievances to her.
CHAPTER II.
NO THANKS.
Mrs. Carleton was at work on a new suit of clothes. They were of a soft gray cloth, and made in a fashion which greatly pleased the little boy. First, there was a pair of pantaloons, or pants, as Fred called them; then a vest, he had never worn a vest before; and last, a nice jacket with a pocket in the left side, just like the ones worn by the big boys. The jacket and vest were bound with black braid.
Mrs. Carleton had taken great pains with the new suit. First, she had to give more for the cloth than she could well afford; but she admired its soft, firm texture, and willingly gave up a new black silk ap.r.o.n which she expected to purchase: the money thus saved met the extra expense of the cloth.