One day, for a wonder, Charley's mother staid at home. She was expecting a call from her lawyer, Judge Spencer, upon some business. When he came he had a long talk with Charley.
Presently Charley said: "I want to tell you something. I've a friend; his name is George."
"Only one friend?" asked the Judge, laughing.
"But he's my 'tic'lar friend," explained Charley. "May I bring him to see you? He's real nice."
"Does he live in the hotel?" asked Charley's mother, who had never heard of him.
"Oh yes," replied Charley, "and he and I have a love-aly kitten—we take care of it."
"Well, bring him in—the kitten too," said the good Judge; "that is, if your mother consents."
"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Lee.
So Charley rushed down the narrow stairs, and found George playing with the kitten, and looking as neat and clean as a new pin.
"Come, George, come up with me to mamma's parlor. Judge Spencer is there; he wants to see you, and the kitten too."