“Have you got a cat at your house, Pat?” she asked presently.
“No, mother doesn’t like cats very well.”
Chicken Little studied about two minutes longer then shut her eyes and made the leap.
“Pat, would you like to have Pete,—for your very own?”
“Cricky, I should say, but you’re not after leaving him behind, are you?”
“I hate to, but mother says I’ll have lots of pets anyhow at the ranch and Frank says he’ll be a nuisance on the train. You’d be awful good to him, wouldn’t you, Pat?”
“He calls me when he’s hungry. You won’t ever forget to feed him or let any of the boys tease him?”
“I’ll take the best care I know and Maggie’d love him. She’s always wanted a bird.”
“I’ll get the cage,” said Chicken Little, turning away to hide the tears that would come.