So the barn-cat jumped down from the kitchen window and on the sill of the dining-room window, which stood open. Posy was in the room, and so was Mrs. Winton; but they couldn’t understand the language animals converse in.
“Why, there is the barn-cat,” cried Posy, “right on the window-seat!”
“Don’t frighten her away, but watch her quietly,” said Mamma; “I like to have her come about the house;” and Posy was very careful not to make any noise.
“I do believe that barn-cat is telling Polly something, Mamma,” said Posy in a low tone; “her keeps mewing, and Polly looks just as if her was listening.”
“Polly is certainly very talkative this morning,” answered Mamma; “it really does seem as if they were talking together.”
“I wish I knew what they were saying,” said Posy.
This is what they said:—
“I’m in trouble, Mrs. Polly,” began the barn-cat, “and I want you to help me out of it.”
“Well,” answered Polly, with her very wisest expression, “what’s the matter?”
Then the barn-cat told about Posy’s mistake, and how anxious it made her to have her kitten away from her.