“Could you take her in for a while, till we can find her parents?”
“Yes, I guess we have room for her. Come in, little girl.”
At that moment there was a scratching sound, and Deborah stuck her head out.
“Miew,” said Deborah, who was still hungry. Perhaps she thought it was another bakery.
“Dear me!” cried the young woman, “we can’t have that cat in here.”
Clematis drew back, and reached for Jim Cunneen’s hand.
“It’s a very nice cat, I’m sure,” said the policeman.
He felt sorry for Clematis. He knew how she loved her kitten.
“But it’s against the rules. The children can never have cats or dogs in here.”