"'O Katchen!' she cried, hugging her close. 'Where have you been all this time? I thought you were dead! I did, I did, my Katchen!'
"Pussy stared, as well she might.
"'All day yesterday,' went on the little one, 'and all night long. I cried and cried,—how I cried, my Kitty! It wasn't a bit a nice Christmas, though the Christ-child brought me such a doll! I could think of nothing but my Katchen, lost all day long.'
"Puss stood bewildered. Were her night's adventures a dream? Had she ever studied geography, she might have guessed that chasing morning round the world is a sure way to lose your reckoning. As it was, she could only venture on a plaintive, inquiring 'Mew?' Hunger was more engrossing than curiosity. She devoured breakfast, dinner, supper, all at once. The Stepmother had more reason than ever when she grumbled at being 'eaten out of house and home by a beast.' But Gretchen's tears the day
