“That’s right, Kittlin’,” said aunt Puss, coming in at that moment, and kissing the girls. “That’s right, dear, always look on the bright side; and if you can’t find it in to-day, borrow it from to-morrow. The Bible doesn’t anywhere say, ‘sufficient unto the day is the good thereof.’”
“Please, ma’am,” said Kittie, returning the kiss affectionately, “what did you call me?”
“It’s the old Scotch form of ‘kitten,’” said aunt Puss, smiling. “I first came across it in George MacDonald’s story of Alec Forbes—which you both must read before you’re much older.”
The sunshine from Kittie’s face began to rest on Bess, and to shine back a little.
“That’s what Kit always does, auntie,” she declared; “looks on the bright side. When anybody’s sick at our house, and there’s no particular change, she always says to people that inquire, ‘No worse, thank you!’ instead of ‘No better,’ the way some folks do.”
At the kitchen table, the subject was started up again, and Randolph volunteered one of the little rhymes his brother had written. It was as follows:
THE WEST WINDOW.
DANDELION.
A dandelion in a meadow grew