hungry himself when he saw something being made ready for his new little friends, a place was set for him, also, on a side table in the dining room.
"Call 'em in, now!" said the cook. "Everything is ready. And is the cat there?"
"Yes," answered Tom, as he looked out and saw the pussy curled up in the sun on the steps. "It's there."
"Well, I think I'll give it some milk," said the cook.
So, a little later, Flossie and Freddie, the stray children—for that is what they were—sat down to a nice little lunch in a strange, house. Tom Walker sat down with them, and the stray cat had a saucer of milk in the. kitchen.
"I looked out in the street," said the cook, as she came back to get Freddie another glass of milk, "but I don't see any automobile there. Did you really ride here in an auto?"
"Oh, yes," answered Freddie. "And the man on it all the time talked through a red horn, but I didn't know what he said."
"That was the man speaking through a
