"Isn't it a dear," said Janet, stroking the soft gray fur of the little cat, and watching it admiringly as it delicately lapped the warm milk and then in a mature way began to wash its face. "Let's adopt it into the class, girls, for a mascot. Mike will take care of it if we pay him a little. He can take some milk for it, and he is so kindhearted that he will be sure to treat it well. We can borrow it then, whenever any one of us gets homesick and wants something cozy and homelike to comfort her."
"I SHOULD LIKE TO KEEP YOU, BABY KITTY."
"That's just what we can do," cried the other girls. "Brilliant thought, Janet."
"Come here, Mascot," said Lee. "Let me look into your innocent blue eyes. I shall borrow you whenever I feel myself weakening in my work, and I shall trust to you to bring me good luck. What are you going to do with it to-night, Janet?"
"Oh, I'll keep it right here, and let it sleep on the foot of my bed. I'll take it to Mike in the morning, and I know it will be all right."
The next morning as she was carrying the kitten to Mike's quarters she met Jessie Turner in the corridor.
"Where did you get your kitten?" asked Jessie with an air of innocence.
"It came in on the night express," said Janet. "Isn't it a darling? I just adore kittens," she added enthusiastically.
"What are you going to do with it?"