"This is my wallet, which Quady has made for me to carry my kittens in;
and pussy has enjoyed it so much! 'Tis the way Quady's people used to
carry their babies through these very streets, only there were prettier
walks here then. O, he has told me so many pretty stories!"
"How came you to have your kitten with you? and why did you go away so
far, and stay so late, my dear? I have been looking for you a
long time."
"O, mother, I will tell you all about it. As I was bidding my kittens
good-bye, after having a little talk with them, as I usually do before
going to school, I missed one of the smallest, which I call Charity,
because she always looks up at the larger ones, when they play with her
too roughly, in such a forgiving way. I looked all around, and not
finding her, thought she must have strayed away by herself, and I ran
off to school. Our lesson for to-day was Faith, Hope, and Charity; as I
read the last word I looked down, and there was my own Charity peeping
at me from out my pocket. I explained to my teacher how it happened, for
I thought she would be displeased; but having an errand into the next
room just then, she did not think of kitten, who lay quietly sleeping
again; and when I had said all my lessons, my teacher excused me, saying
it was because I had been a good girl.
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