"No-o," answered Kitty, looking up pathetically.
"I'm afraid I've neglected him," explained Mrs. Pennypacker. "You poor darling! But your mother has been so busy."
"Meaow," said Kitty resignedly.
"Are you hungry, dear? Would you like a bit of cold chicken? He has to have something to keep up his strength. Teething is so hard on children."
"Me-e-a-ow," returned Kitty, with plaintive affirmation.
Mrs. Pennypacker went over to the table and gave him a mouthful of something. If it wasn't chicken it answered the purpose. Then she sat down to rock him to sleep and asked Ben in what battle he had lost his leg.
Ben thought it was the battle of White Plains. He was very young at the time.
"How hard it must be to have a wooden leg," sighed Nora. "And of course you can't dance a bit."
"Oh, no, indeed!"
"Did they treat you very badly when you were a prisoner?"