Grant. "You can take
her in your arms and carry her about the house, talking softly to her,
so that she may feel that you will be good to her. It is fortunate that
it is growing dark. She can see better in the twilight, and is not so
easily startled."
The kitten lapped up the milk hungrily, and then came purring about the
boy's feet.
"Where may she sleep?" asked the boy, pleased to see that the kitten was
not at all afraid of him.
"A low, wide basket half full of shavings will make a soft bed," said
Mrs. Grant. "Over the shavings I will spread a piece of old flannel.
Cats like a warm, cosy bed, and it is always best to keep them in the
house at night."
To their delight, the kitten did not object at all to the warm bath. She
stood quite still while Mrs. Grant washed her gently and dried her in an
old blanket.
"You can easily teach her to be clean if you are kind and patient," said
Mrs. Grant. "She will not need a bath again, for she will learn to take
care of herself; but it would be very good for her to be brushed every
day, and I will give you a small brush for that purpose. If you put a
pan of dry earth where she can always get at it, she will give no
trouble when she cannot go out of doors."
"I think she likes me already, mamma," said Philip.
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