“It isn’t Dorcas.”
“Delia?”
“No.”
“You’ll have to tell me; I can’t think of another thing.”
“Her name is Diana.”
“Diana! What a pretty name! Is she pretty?”
“She’s all right,” the boy said heartily; “only she isn’t very strong; and she has to stay in bed a lot when she is sick, and the cat amused her. She came and would get on the bed and would curl down by her.”
“She would? Mother would never let her go into our bedrooms.”
Peggy was beginning to see why Lady Jane liked to live with the Carters. But she had a pang of jealousy when she thought of that adorable gray striped pussy, with her soft fur and her greenish eyes, curling down contentedly and giving her cheerful purr while she was stroked by another little girl.
“Is she the only sister you’ve got?” Peggy asked.