“How about that girl you said used to feed you?” asked the house-cat.
“She was a poor little girl who didn’t have any mother either, and the woman I belonged to made her work hard and gave her very little to eat; but she pitied me, and often went hungry herself to share her food with me.”
“What made your eyes so bad, my dear?” asked Mrs. Polly kindly.
“I think it must have been the cold; it was very cold in the shed.”
There was a few minutes’ silence, and then Mrs. Polly said,—
“I have been thinking the matter over, and I believe the best thing to do is to get Posy to help us. You put yourself in the way where she’ll see you,” she said to the little gray kitten, “and all will be well.”
The poor little girl and the blind kitten.—Page [45.]
CHAPTER IV.
Posy and Tom were seated on the kitchen door-step, and the two house-kittens lay in Posy’s lap. Posy was in a very thoughtful mood, and sat watching the kittens in silence.