And before the week was up, Diana telephoned to Alice. “What do you think, Alice,” she said, “Lady Jane has four teenty-tinety kittens—the darlingest, most cuddly things!”
“Oh, she does have such lovely children!” said Alice, with a pang of envy.
“They are in a wood-box out in the shed,” said Diana. “At least it looks like a wood-box, but there isn’t any wood in it.”
“Yes, that is her old house,” said Alice.
“Mother has put in an old piece of blanket so as to make them comfortable,” said Diana.
“Has she really?” said Alice.
“Mother won’t let us touch the kittens until they get their eyes open. She says in two weeks she hopes you and Peggy will come down and see them.”
“Not for two weeks?” said Alice. “We always look at them a lot. I’d like her back before two weeks. That is too long a visit.”
“Mother says it is bad for kittens to be handled. She says to forget all about them for two weeks.”
“Ask her if she knows what color they are,” said Peggy.