“Yes,” she answered, laughing at his eagerness. “Pour some into a saucer from the pitcher in the closet, and see whether she will drink it.”
He was rewarded by the sight of pussy lapping up the milk.
“I do believe kitty is thanking me,” he said, laughing and clapping his hands. “See how she keeps looking up! I never saw a kitty do so before.”
Puss did, indeed, seem to be grateful. She lapped away at the milk with great eagerness, and then she would look in the face of her benefactor, and utter a soft little mew.
Pussy Lapping the Milk. Page [14].
“Frederick,” called out Mrs. Carleton from the head of the stairs, “isn’t it time for you to go to school?”
“It’s Saturday, ma; I don’t go to-day.”
“Oh, I forgot,” she said; “well, come up here a minute.”
Fred obeyed, carrying kitty in his arms.