Peggy in Her Blue Frock

by Eliza Orne White

CHAPTER VI

DIANA

Peggy did not think of Lady Jane again until supper-time, when Mrs. Owen said to Alice, “I’ve warmed some milk for the cat. It is in the blue pitcher; you can turn it into her saucer.”

Peggy kept very still. She hoped against hope that her furry little gray friend would come at the sound of her name. “I can’t find her anywhere, mother,” said Alice.

“I haven’t seen her all the afternoon, now I think of it,” said Mrs. Owen. “Did you see her, Peggy? Do you suppose she could have slipped out when Michael Farrell came in?”

“I am afraid she did, mother,” said Peggy.

“Well, Peggy Owen,” said Alice, “I never knew any one as careless as you are. You ought to be punished.”

“You are not my mother,” said Peggy.

“It is a very serious matter,” and Alice gave a wise shake to her small head. “It is the second time you’ve let her get out.”