“Here, kitty,” called Posy; “I’ve brought you some nice milk and some critters all cut up fine. Are they critters or fritters?” she asked, turning to Tom.
“Fritters, of course,” answered Tom. “You do manage to get things twisted about, Posy. Papa says you are a real Mrs. Malaprop.”
“Kitty,” said Posy, putting her hand in her pocket and drawing out a little package, “I have brought you the beautifulest present you ever had in all your life;” and Posy began to undo the paper.
CHAPTER VI.
Posy undid the package, and took out a pretty collar of red leather with a little padlock hanging from it.
“Come, kitty, and have on your new collar,” said Posy. “They say you’re not so handsome as the house-cat, so I must make you look as well as I can, and you’re dear if you’re not handsome.”
The barn-cat stood very still while Posy fitted on the collar and fastened the padlock.
“It’s a little bit loose for you,” said Posy, “but that is better than to have it too tight, isn’t it, Tom?”
“See how proud she feels,” said Tom; “she likes to hear the padlock rattle when she moves.”