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as they appeared Polly burst into a loud laugh.
"The next time I shan't believe you, ma'am, you've fooled me so many times," said Tom.
"Oh, Tom," cried Posy, "look, see! see this poor little gray kitten! Poor thing, her's awful thin, and her looks as if her didn't have any home."
"Why, she's blind!" said Tom. "Poor kitty, come, I won't hurt you;" and he lifted the little gray kitten very gently, and sat down on the piazza step softly stroking it.
"Her isn't one bit afraid of us," said Posy, seating herself beside Tom and stroking the kitten too. "Her knows we won't hurt her, don't her, Tom?"
The little gray kitten had heard all about the children, and felt perfectly secure with them.
"Her's purring!" cried Posy joyfully.
