morning," answered Mamma; "it really does seem as if they were talking together."
"I wish I knew what they were saying," said Posy.
This is what they said:—
"I'm in trouble, Mrs. Polly," began the barn-cat, "and I want you to help me out of it."
"Well," answered Polly, with her very wisest expression, "what's the matter?"
Then the barn-cat told about Posy's mistake, and how anxious it made her to have her kitten away from her.
"It's just like Posy," answered Polly; "she's a very mischievous child. She always tweaks my tail whenever she gets a chance."
"But she's a dear, loving child," said the barn-cat warmly. "How she did cry when they gave away my last kittens!"
"Yes, she's a good little thing," said Polly. "If 'twas anybody else that pulled
