judges put together, wigs and all. She looked silently around on the little group collected about her and then gave a little cough, as was usual when she had something of importance to say.
"I suppose you all understand why this meeting was called," she began. "The little gray kitten, of whom we are all so fond, is missing, and we are trying to discover some traces of her. Now, to proceed in a systematic manner, the first point to find out is, who saw her last, and where?"
There was a moment's silence, and then one of the little house-kittens said,—
"I think old Graywhisker has eaten the gray kitten up."
"What makes you think so?" asked Mrs. Polly quickly.
"Because he's got such long, sharp teeth. My mother says he'd eat me up quicker than a wink if he caught me," answered the house-kitten.
