Julia Cary and her kitten

BY MRS. M. E. MILLER.
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY, 150 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by the American Tract Society, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
JULIA CARY AND HER KITTEN.
A fine large steamboat was sailing up the Hudson river one summer morning.
Up and down its broad decks and pretty saloons skipped lively little Julia Cary.
“Don’t ask me to keep still, Ellen; I can’t, I am so happy,” she said.
Ellen was her nurse, who had taken loving care of Julia since she was a baby.
She kindly went to the side of the boat, whenever it was to land, so that the little girl might see a stout man ring a big bell, and other men throw ropes to men on shore. These ran and threw the ropes over huge posts, and so held the boat fast till people went ashore. Then other people came on the boat; then the ropes were drawn back, and the boat started on again.
But Julia liked better still to wander about, holding her father’s hand. He could answer all her questions about the lovely shores they sailed between. He told the names of the villages they passed, and showed her the busy machinery that sent the boat swiftly along, far away from the hot city.
“Papa,” said Julia, “are you poor?”
“In money, child? No, no; I have more than you and I will spend.”