she rubbed her ear in a contemplative way. "I think we'd better let Mrs. Polly and the canary hear your story, too. They are both pretty wise, and three heads are better than one any day. There comes that house-cat; she's nobody."
So the barn-cat led the way to the open window where the parrot's and canary's cages were hanging.
"What under the sun have you got there?" asked Mrs. Polly, eying the poor little gray kitten shrewdly.
The barn-cat had jumped on the window-seat, but the gray kitten had modestly seated herself on the ground under the window. The house-cat, too, had joined the group, and placed herself where she could watch the little gray kitten. She stared at the poor little thing so scornfully that she didn't know which way to look; so she looked on the ground and presented a very miserable appearance indeed, with her
