Then one jumped up into grandmother's lap. She patted it; and soon the other came, too.
"You funny kittens," said grandmother. "You are almost alike. You, sir, have a black spot on this leg. You have not. If you are to be my kittens, I must name you.
"You are so nearly alike, I shall call you Cat and Copy-cat. And, if you are good, you shall always live with me.
"Now I will telephone to Peter and Polly about you."
POLLY'S SNOWSHOES
"Peter, I've thought of something. Let's make some snowshoes."
"How do you do it, Polly?"
"I think I know. I saw a pair this morning. They were made of barrel staves. They are not real snowshoes, of course."