“Oh, Kitty, Kitty,” cried the frightened girl, running to look into the water, but she saw nothing of the cat. Neither could she see the dolphin. She could see the dim light of the pirate’s ship, and it seemed quite near.
“Whatever shall I do?” thought Mary Frances. “I really believe I am going to cry.”
Just at that minute she heard a scratching on the side of The Good Ferry.
“Who’s there?” she whispered.
She Fed Him a Little at a Time with a Medicine Dropper
No answer came. Just another scratching.
“Who’s there?” she asked again.
“Me-ow!” came a faint voice.