“Some one to see me!” she exclaimed. “Perhaps it is some one who has come after Blackie.”
She went to the front door, and Blackie waited.
“I wonder if that can be Arthur or Mabel after me?” thought the black cat.
CHAPTER VI
BLACKIE IN A BASKET
Blackie, who had walked from the sitting room, where the old lady had been reading, out toward the hall, heard voices as the front door was opened.
“Come in,” invited Mrs. Thompson.
“I just thought I’d step over to see how you were,” spoke a strange voice.
“That isn’t Arthur or Mabel,” thought Blackie, for she knew the voices of the children.