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 soiled and rumpled fur and her poor half-blind eyes.

"Where did you pick her up?" asked Mrs. Polly.

"I don't know much more about her than you do," answered the barn-cat. "I found her a few minutes ago on the door-step of the barn, and she tells me she has come from the other side of the town, and that she hasn't any mother. I thought you'd better see her and hear her story, and perhaps you'd think of something that could be done for her."

Mrs. Polly put on her wise look and gave a little Ahem! for it always gratified her to be looked up to and asked for advice.

Meanwhile the house-cat sat staring the poor gray kitten out of countenance. "My advice is to send her back where she came from," she said. "Anybody can see that she's only a tramp. I won't have my children taught any of her common ways.