[A TALE OF MANY TAILS.]
By Katharine B. Foot.
Carry stood in the door-way with her dolly on one arm and her kitten hanging over the other. Kitty didn't look comfortable, but she bore up bravely, only once in a while giving a plaintive mew. Carry gazed into the bright white sunshine.
"It's melting hot," she said. "I guess, grandma, I'll take my doll and Friskarina out to the wash-house and have a party."
"Well," said grandma, looking over her spectacles, "I've no objection; only there's a black cloud coming up, and you may get caught out there in a thunder storm."
"If I do, can Jake come for me with an umbrella, and can I take off my shoes and stockings and come home barefoot?"
"Yes; I don't believe it would hurt you."