I wonder what my family would say about this? I fear they would be shocked if they knew I had been quarrelling. All but Jimmy Dory. He loves a fight.
Well, I must go to sleep. I wonder how the new cat and I will get on to-morrow?
CHAPTER VII
A NEW SENSATION
For a week I haven't thought about anything but my lame back and my aching sides and my stiff legs. I have been unable to move without pain. Every day Mary has lifted me off my chair, and has encouraged me to move about the room, and even to go out on the balcony and sit in the sun a little while, lest I should get too stiff to move. However, the effort until to-day has been very painful to me, and I soon mewed to be lifted back to my soft opera cloak.
Mr. Denville had a cat doctor come to see me. She was a lovely woman with glasses on. She felt me all over, and looked at my tongue, and gave me some nice medicine to take, that had catnip in it.
To-day I have been ever so much better, and this morning and this afternoon I have had a new sensation that has taken my thoughts off myself.
It thrilled me at noon. Mary had carried me down-stairs to her papa's library, where he was sitting waiting for lunch to be served.
Mrs. Denville was with him. She sat in a big green chair by the window, and the sunshine was streaming all over her brown head, and her good face, and her pretty light dress.
“Harold,” she was saying to her husband as Mary entered the room, “this is a lovely day—spring will soon yield to summer.”
“Yes,” he said, “it will. What arrangements do you wish to make for the summer?”