“Good morning, William,” said Miss Blake.
“Mornin’,” muttered William.
“Have you been doing some shopping for your mother?” said Miss Blake brightly.
“Umph!” said William, his eyes still fixed desperately on the opposite window, the basket still clutched tightly to his breast.
“You must call and see my pussy again soon, little boy,” said Miss Cliff.
A shadow passed over Miss Amelia Blake’s face.
“You haven’t seen Luky, have you, William? He’s been away all this week.”
“LUKY!” CRIED MISS BLAKE.
“TWINKIE!” EXCLAIMED MISS CLIFF.