But Meg thought they were lovely and she was anxious to take them out to the garage and give them some warm milk. The garage was always chosen as a good place to feed stray animals, for the cement floor could be more 150 easily washed than the linoleum that was the pride of Norah’s heart in the kitchen.
“Meg, darling, we simply cannot keep all those kittens,” Mother Blossom declared regretfully. “Seven kittens are a great many and I don’t believe Annabel Lee will welcome so much company.”
“But, Mother, we can’t drown them!” said Meg, her eyes round with horror. “We have to take care of them.”
“I think you children will have to find homes for them,” Mother Blossom announced. “Think over all the folk you know and try to find homes for these homeless little cats. That will be something for you to do, too, Dot and Twaddles.”
“I’m going to think now,” said Twaddles, sitting down on the lowest step of the stairs.
CHAPTER XVI
WHAT TWADDLES THOUGHT ABOUT
“I’m going to think, too,” Dot declared, sitting down beside Twaddles, to his great annoyance.