white on the breast and about the nose, very like its mother.
"It's rather a good-looking kitten, there's no doubt about that," said the barn-cat, "but to my mind not half so pretty and cunning as my little tiger-kitten that Posy left in the kitchen. That house-cat doesn't know how to bring up a family; she'll spoil this one just as she has all of her others. It'll grow up as vain and indolent as she is herself. I'm sure I don't want it here. Come," she said, poking the kitten with her paw, "you just run home again, will you?"
The house-kitten didn't seem to understand what the barn-cat said, for she evidently thought the cat wanted to play with her, and she tried to catch the big paw in both of her little ones.
"Well, you are cunning," said the barn-cat. "It's too bad to have you grow up a spoilt child. You'll never be as smart as
