But Winifred was in no condition to answer the charge.
"Winifred doesn't forget anybody," said her father fondly. "We're none of us given to forgetting. I am thankful that we have one thing that some richer folks want — we all love one another. Winifred, —I thought you were going to shew me that black kitten o' your'n?"
"I haven't any kitten, papa, — it is Asahel's."
"Well, let Asahel bring it then."
Which Asahel did.
"Have you looked at the cattle, Mr. Landholm?" said his wife.
"No — not yet — this is the first specimen of live stock I've seen," said Mr. Landholm, viewing attentively a little black kitten which was sprawling very uncomfortably upon the painted floor. "I've heard of 'em though. Asahel has been giving me a detail at length of all the concerns of the farm. I think he'll make an excellent corresponding secretary by and by."
"I was only telling papa what Governor had been doing," said
Asahel.
"You were afraid he would be forgotten. There, my dear, I would let the little cat go back to its mother."
"No papa, — Asahel wanted you should know that Governor didn't forget."