So the child had often longed in vain for a pet of this kind, and was now very happy to be able to play with so many.
She leaned down and pressed her cheek against the white kitten, while she whispered: "You sweet little darling!"
"I've got a new ribbon," said the kitten, proudly.
"So I see," replied Dot, who had noticed this. Then she asked:
"How old are you, dear?"
"It's pink," said the white kitty.
"What is pink?" enquired the child.
"My ribbon."
"Oh, yes. But tell me," she added "is Uncle Palladius your father, or your grandfather?"
"It's got a bow-knot on it," purred the kitten softly, with half closed eyes.