Papa went with her, and saw his Julia trying to make the kitten love her.
She had a basin of new milk, of which kitty had been drinking. Now it was purring its thanks. Julia laid her fat cheek against its furry side to hear the purr-purring sound.
“Dear little kitty, you will love me, wont you? My dollies just lie still, and can’t love a bit. You nice, warm, live kitty, you wont let me be lonesome any more.”
CHAPTER IV.
LITTLE THIEVES.
So now there were only two kittens in aunt Abby’s house.
Julia found them in mischief that very day, up on the kitchen table.
Aunt Abby was getting ready to make a custard. She had gone to the pantry for some eggs, and had left the milk on the table, and the sugar-jar uncovered. When she stepped out of the kitchen, the kittens stepped in. The flies, perhaps, had been in before.
No little boy or girl would meddle with sugar or milk left in the way; but it is hard to teach kittens that it is wrong to touch what is not theirs.