“Oh, Tom,” cried Posy, “look, see! see this poor little gray kitten! Poor thing, her’s awful thin, and her looks as if her didn’t have any home.”
“Why, she’s blind!” said Tom. “Poor kitty, come, I won’t hurt you;” and he lifted the little gray kitten very gently, and sat down on the piazza step softly stroking it.
“Her isn’t one bit afraid of us,” said Posy, seating herself beside Tom and stroking the kitten too. “Her knows we won’t hurt her, don’t her, Tom?”
The little gray kitten had heard all about the children, and felt perfectly secure with them.
“Her’s purring!” cried Posy joyfully. “I mean to ask Mamma if I can keep her.” And off ran Posy to Mamma’s room.
“There’s a poor little gray kitten out doors, Mamma,” said Posy, all out of breath from hurrying, “and her’s blind of one eye. Can’t I keep her and take care of her? Her looks like her didn’t have any home at all.”
“Yes,” said Mamma, “you may ask Hannah to give you a saucer of milk for her.”
“Her’s blind of both eyes,” cried Posy, bursting into tears; “but I thought you wouldn’t let me keep her if you knew it.”
“Why, my dear little girl,” answered Mamma, drawing Posy to her side, “I love to have you kind to animals, and particularly so to those that are helpless and can’t take care of themselves. Don’t cry, my darling, you shall give this poor little kitten a comfortable home, and make her as happy as if she were not blind.”
“But it makes me feel bad to think her can’t see,” said Posy, sobbing.