Flaxie danced for joy.
"There, I knew you'd be happy now, Flaxie Frizzle," said Ninny, who stood anxiously looking on.
"I hope the kitty'll be happy," sighed Lena, who thought that was far more important. "I hope you'll feed it well; it's used to it," she added, a little proudly.
"O, yes, what do you feed it with?" asked Ninny.
"Sour milk," drawled the little French girl.
"I never heard of sour milk for a cat," said Ninny, when Lena had left; "but perhaps this is a French cat."
"At any rate we'll try sweet milk first," said Mrs. Gray, smiling.
"See, she likes it, mamma," cried Flaxie, stroking the pretty creature. "See her drink it out of her tongue."