In came the mother cat, stopped short, and said,
“What has happened, children, since I went out?
What in the world is this fuss about?”
“O, mother, mother! we cannot be blamed;
Tell us, dear mother, why we are not named;
We are so ashamed, oh, what shall we do!
Meow, meow! O, dear mother! Meow, meow! Mew, mew!”
“Well,” said their mother, “blood will tell, I’m sure;
Such ambitious kittens show Maltese, pure.
Let me think, my dears, of some right good plan;