“That makes two,” said Dot, as they went down the steps.
Finding homes for the five other kittens wasn’t so easy. The twins went to every house where they knew any one and some of these people already had cats and others didn’t want any cats. But they listened politely, though they always laughed, and some of them told the twins of friends who might be glad to have a kitten. 160
The poor little “sample” was growing quite rough looking and frowsy, from being pulled in and out of Twaddles’ coat so many times, and it was almost noon when they had disposed of all but one cat.
“Let’s go ask Miss Alder,” suggested Dot as they passed a handsome house set in a circle of evergreen trees.
“She’ll chase us,” Twaddles argued. “She can’t stand children––they make her nervous.”
Dot had heard this, too––Miss Alder was a wealthy and elderly woman who lived alone except for two maids. She didn’t have much to do with her neighbors and she had nothing at all to do with the children in Oak Hill. She didn’t like them and most of them were afraid of her.
“You needn’t come, if you don’t want to, but I’m going to ask her,” said Dot, turning in at the path which led to the white doorway of the Alder house.
“Well––I’ll come––you’ll need to show her the sample,” Twaddles murmured, wondering what made his knees feel so queer.