"Well," she said, after a pause, coming back to her place on the window-sill, "what did your brother and you do then?"
"We waited till the boy and the big dog were gone," said the little gray kitten, "and then we climbed down from the tree and went home. It was very lonely in the old shed, and we almost starved to death, for we were too small to catch mice enough to satisfy our appetites. My brother got tired of living so, and said he was going to try to find a better home where they would feed him, but I stayed where I was."
"How about that girl you said used to feed you?" asked the house-cat.
"She was a poor little girl who didn't have any mother either, and the woman I belonged to made her work hard and gave her very little to eat; but she pitied me, and often went hungry herself to share her food with me."
