“Did that taste nice?” I asked, when she had finished.
She gratefully licked her lips. “It's the first square meal I ever had.”
“Do you call that square?” I asked in dismay. “Why, it's only a first course. But I can't bring you any more to-night. Will you wait here to-morrow night for me?”
“I don' know,” she said timidly.
“Please come,” I said. “I'll bring you a nice piece of meat, maybe beefsteak.”
Her mouth watered, and I saw I had conquered her.
“Will you come alone?” she asked.
“Yes, stark alone. Now, good night. My young mistress will be anxious, if she misses me.”
She didn't say good night. She hadn't any manners, but what could one expect from such a poor creature—and she didn't talk nicely. She is a common, low-down thing, but is that any reason why she should be left to starve? She is just as good as I am in one way, and thinking over the matter, as I sit dozing here in my big chair, I am glad that I went to see her. I will be sure to go again to-morrow.
Little Mary is coming up-stairs. I just got home in time. Poor Common cat. I wonder how you will sleep?