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 "It was a pretty enough kitten, though I wasn't going to tell her so," said the barn-cat to herself. "I think I could have made a smart kitten of it, but it will only be spoiled now;" and the barn-cat sighed as she lapped a rough spot on one of her kitten's ears.

"Meaw! meaw!" was heard in plaintive tones just outside the barn-door. It was a new voice, and the barn-cat quickly sprang up to see what was the matter. On the step of the barn-door sat a little gray kitten with a rough and muddy fur, who looked as if she had travelled a long way. She kept uttering sad little mews; and as she turned her head towards the barn-cat the latter saw that she was blind.

The Blind Kitten