LOLLY WILLOWES
"Did you find the wind?"
"No."
"You weren't going in the direction of the windmill when I saw you."
"No. I changed my mind. About the milk," she continued (Titus had come for milk. Perhaps, being reminded that he had come in vain, he would go. She was growing sleepy): "I'm sorry, but I have none left. I gave it all to the kitten."
"I've been remarking the kitten. He's new, isn't he? You ugly little devil!"
The kitten lay on her knees quite quietly. It regarded Titus with its pale eyes, and blinked indifferently. It was only waiting for him to go, Laura thought, to fall asleep again.
"Where has it come from? A present from the water-butt?"
"I don't know. I found it here when I came back for supper."
"It's a plain-headed young Grimalkin. Still, I should keep it if I were you. It will bring you luck."
"I don't think one has much option about keeping a cat," said Laura. "If it wants to stay with me it shall."
"It looks settled enough. Do keep it, Aunt
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