“Well then, what is your father’s name?”
“I haven’t any father.”
“Ah, that is too bad, dear. Then tell me your mother’s name.” He bent down lower to hear her reply.
“I haven’t any mother, either.”
“No father? No mother?” The policeman lifted her gently to her feet. “Well miss, we won’t stay here any longer. It is getting late.”
Just then the kitten stuck its head out from her coat and said, “Miew.”
It seemed very glad to move on.
“What’s that now, a cat? Where did you get that?”
“It is my kitty, my very own, so I kept it. I didn’t steal it. Its name is Deborah, and it is my very own.”
“Ah, now she is finding her tongue,” said the policeman, smiling; while Clematis hugged the kitten.