Just at this fortunate moment, when it was so much needed, the grey kitten had arrived, to be her friend and playfellow, and to comfort her with its coaxing ways. It was, as Dan had said, not nearly so dull now. The kitten shared her meals, played all manner of games with her, almost answered her when she talked to it, and when it was tired would jump up to her shoulder and snuggle itself to sleep. The feeling of the warm soft fur against her cheek was so soothing, that often at such times she would take a nap too, and wake up to find that quite a long while had passed without her knowing it.
So, as she told Dan, it had all been better since the kitten came, and somehow it seemed to make a part of all the fancies and thoughts that passed through her mind, as she lay dreaming, yet awake, on her couch. Becky had never made “plans in her head,” as she called them, while she was well and strong, and could run about all day. But now that her limbs had to be idle, her mind began to grow busy, and though she could not move out of the dusky kitchen, she took long journeys in fancy, and saw many strange things with her eyes fast shut. Some of these she would describe to Dan, and some she kept quite to herself; but now, since hearing of Dennis Chester’s Round Robin, they all took one form. They were always connected with him or his sister, and what he had done for her father, and curiously enough the grey kitten seemed to belong to them, and she seldom thought of one without the other. If it could have spoken, how many interesting facts it could have told her about its life at Fieldside with Dennis and Maisie! Perhaps its little purring song was full of such memories, as it lay pressed up so close to Becky’s cheek. At any rate it contrived in some way to get into most of her dreams, whether asleep or awake. But though her life was on the whole happier than it had been, there were still some very hard days for Becky to bear, days when the kitten’s merriest gambols were not enough to make her forget her pain.
They were generally days when Mrs Tuvvy had “run short,” as she called it, and left very little for dinner, so that; Becky grew faint and low for want of food. For Mrs Tuvvy, even when her husband brought home his wages regularly, was not a good manager. On Saturday night and Sunday she would provide a sort of feast, and have everything of the best. After that the supplies became less and less each day, until on Friday or Saturday there was not much besides bread and cheese, or a red herring, until Tuvvy brought home his wages again. On such uncertain fare poor Becky did not thrive, and she always knew that towards the end of the week she should have a “bad day” of pain and weariness.
“There ain’t much dinner for yer,” said Mrs Tuvvy one morning as she stood ready to go out charing. “I’ve put it on the shelf. Don’t you go giving any to that foolish kitten, and I’ll see and bring summat home for supper.”
The door banged, and Becky was alone. She and the kitten would be alone now until five o’clock, and must pass the time as they could. The morning went quickly enough, and when it was nearly one o’clock the kitten, who knew it was dinner-time, began to mew and look up at the shelf.
Becky sighed a little as she took down the mug and plate. There certainly was not “much,” as Mrs Tuvvy had said, and, moreover, what there was did not look tempting, for there was only a little watery milk and a piece of hard bread and cheese.
“I wish we had nourishing things for dinner, kitty,” she said, as she poured some milk into a saucer, and crumbled some bread into it. “You’d like pies and chickens and such, shouldn’t you? and so should I. I don’t seem to care about bread and cheese.”
The kitten ate up its portion eagerly and looked for more, with a little inquiring mew.
“No, no, Kitty,” answered Becky, “there ain’t no more to-day. To-day’s Friday, you know. We’ll have to wait and see what mother brings back for supper. P’r’aps it’ll be fried fish or sausages—think of that! You must wash your face now, and go to sleep, and the time’ll soon pass.”
The kitten soon took the last part of this advice, and curled itself into a soft little ball beside its mistress, but somehow Becky could not sleep this afternoon. The sofa seemed to be harder than usual, full of strange knobs and lumps that were not generally there. Whichever way she tried to lie was more uncomfortable than the last; the room felt hot and stifling, the rain pattered with a dull sound against the window, and her back began to ache badly. Presently she left off trying to go to sleep, and a few tears dropped on to the kitten’s furry back. It would be such a long time before any one came home!