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- cat shortly. "Where's your mother? She
must be a nice kind of a mother not to provide a home for her children. Every cat can do that."
"I haven't got any mother," said the little gray kitten sadly.
The barn-cat gave her nose a sharp rub with her paw,—a habit she had when her feelings were touched.
"Well, you live somewhere, I suppose. Who gives you food? You can't live on air."
"Last night I slept in a hollow tree," said the gray kitten, "and I assure you I don't get much to eat. If it hadn't been for a little girl sharing her food with me, I should have starved long ago, for I am 'most blind and can't see well enough to make my own living."
"I should like to hear your story," said the barn-cat, "and then we'll see what can be done for you. Let me see—" and
