MrRutherford's children . TS AMD CRACKERS. like it just as well. Now kitty dont scratch kitty !—she exclaimed in some doubt, asthe kitten, clinging to Marys apron with all itsmight, wrinkled up its nose and mewed most pit-eously. Whats the matter ? I wont hurt you. Twouldnt hurt her if ye did, I guess, saidMary. Here—Ill put em in yer aprons, saidshe disengaging the kittens with what seemed novery gentle pull. There—now take em off andput em to bed. But where were they to sleep ? The children said up stairs and Mrs. Rutherfordsaid down, and down it was ; though many werethe fears that
MrRutherford's children . TS AMD CRACKERS. like it just as well. Now kitty dont scratch kitty !—she exclaimed in some doubt, asthe kitten, clinging to Marys apron with all itsmight, wrinkled up its nose and mewed most pit-eously. Whats the matter ? I wont hurt you. Twouldnt hurt her if ye did, I guess, saidMary. Here—Ill put em in yer aprons, saidshe disengaging the kittens with what seemed novery gentle pull. There—now take em off andput em to bed. But where were they to sleep ? The children said up stairs and Mrs. Rutherfordsaid down, and down it was ; though many werethe fears that the kittens would take cold in abasket of hay on the kitchen hearth. And thenext question was what they should be called ;for to go to sleep to dream of unnamed kittens,was impossible. After much deliberation, Sybil to whom thematter was referred, dubbed her own Bess and theother Cupid ; and then after one farewell pat, anda minutes silence to see if they were purring,the two kittens who slept upstairs went CHAPTER XI. CLEAVELAND, rpHERE were few people that came oftener to Rose Hill than Mrs. Salisbury ; and she was the childrens grandmother. Whenever her coach was seen coming along the lane there was great 160 CI. EAVELAXD. calling and rejoicing from one to the other ; andgreat desire to hear some of grandmammas storiesover again ; with it must be confessed, somecuriosity to know what was in grandmammasbasket. There was also a great deal of interestconnected with the crimped and puffed bordersof her caps ; and though Chryssa had been toldabout fifty times how they were done, she alwaysforgot and asked again,—or perhaps she liked tohear Mrs. Salisburys description. If the old ladyhad a favourite of the two children, it was cer-tainly Sybil ; but this seemed to Chryssa quiteproper and natural, for she was the oldest andknew so much the most ; and she never drewany other inference from the relative size of theirworkboxes or papers of candy. But she was verymuch
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