“So indelible was her attachment to her deceased friend, that till his parents removed to another place, five years afterwards, she never, except in the greatest severity of winter, passed the night any where else than close to the grave.
“Ever afterwards she was treated with the utmost kindness by every person in the family, though she never exhibited partiality for any of them.”
CHAPTER VI.
MOUSER AND HER MISTRESS.
Soon after this, Minnie, was ill, and obliged to keep her bed for several days. One morning she lay bolstered up with pillows, Fidelle keeping her position close under the arm of her mistress, when a particular friend of Mrs. Lee called, and was shown into the chamber.
She laughed as she saw kitty lying there, and tried to coax her away.
“I love kitties,” she said, passing her hand softly over the glossy fur, “and kitties love me.”
Minnie’s pale cheek kindled with a glow, in her sympathy with the lady’s remark.
“I must tell you about my puss, Mouser,” the visitor went on, seating herself close by the couch. “I was ill in bed, as you are, and puss, who is a splendid great Maltese, was very anxious about me. She feared I might be neglected, or that I should not take the right medicine, or that every thing might not be done in the best manner, and thought proper to oversee the whole business. She was continually running from the shed to my chamber, as if she were half distracted, mewing and crying in the most heart-rending manner.”