“What is it, Peggy, dear?” she faltered. “What have I done now?”
Without reply, Peggy marched to the bed and took the girl by the ear. In this way she pulled her to the floor, walking her ahead of her to the kitchen.
“I don’t know what I’ve done, Peggy,” repeated Jinnie, meekly.
“I’ll show you. You’ll know, all right, miss! Now if you’ve eyes, squint down there!”
She was pointing to the floor, and as the room was rather dark, Jinnie at first could discern nothing. Then as her eyes became accustomed to the shadows, she saw––
“Oh, what is it, Peggy? Oh, my! Oh, my!”
Peggy gave her a rough little shake.
“I’ll tell you what, Jinnie Grandoken, without any more ado. Well, they’re cats, just plain everyday cats! Another batch of Miss Milly Ann’s kits, if y’ want to know. They can’t stay in this house, miss, an’ when I say a thing, I mean it! My word’s law in this shanty!” 117
She was still holding the girl’s ear, and suddenly gave it another tweak. Jinnie pulled this tender member from Peggy’s fingers with a delighted little chuckle.
“Peggy darling, aren’t they sweet? Oh, Peggy––”