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Cuddled down in the comfortable furs, Flaxie knew nothing more till she found herself awake and in the arms of a tall young fellow whose name was Olaf, and who carried her into the brightest, nicest little parlor, and set her down in front of a fine Christmas-tree, saying, "There, Mistress Kindheart, see what Christmas has brought you.
She promised candy and oranges and even wedding-cake, for she forgot she hadn't a speck of wedding-cake in the world. But, while she was still screaming, Flaxie was out of sight and hearing. She hadn't found her hat; but, with her new rubbers on her feet, and the blind kitty still hugged to her bosom, she was "going to grandma's."
Willard rode off in the carriage; and the moment they were gone, Flaxie began to frisk like a wild creature. First she ran out to the gate, and screamed to a man going by, "How d'ye do, Mr. Man? You mustn't smoke! My mamma don't like it!" "Oh, why did you do that?" said Ninny, her face covered with blushes, as she darted after Flaxie, and brought her into the house.
"Well, then, show me your new picture-book, and I won't." As long as she was looking at pictures she was out of mischief, and Ninny turned the leaves very patiently. But soon the cat came into the room with the new kitten in her mouth, and then Flaxie screamed with terror.
She thought the cat was eating it up for a mouse; but instead of that she dropped it gently on the sofa, purring, and looking at the two little girls as if to say, "Isn't it a nice baby?" Flaxie thought it was; you could see that by the way she kissed it. But when she picked it up and marched about with it, the old cat mewed fearfully. "Put it down," said Ninny.
"Oh, my yubbers ache so! Now go s'eep, Kitty; and when you want to wake up, call me, and I'll wake you." This was the last Flaxie remembered. When the postmaster found her, she was sitting up, fast asleep, with her little tow head against the door, and the kitty in her arms. The kitty was still alive.
"Don't you see how bad you make its mother feel?" "No. I's goin' to carry it over the bridge, and show it to my grandma; she wants to see this kitty." Ninny looked troubled. She hardly dared say Flaxie must not go, for fear that would make her want to go all the more. "What a funny spot kitty has on its face," said she, "white all over; with a yellow star on its forehead."
She ran with all her might; for what if somebody should catch her before she got there! "The faster I hurry the quicker I can't go," said she, puffing for breath. It was a beautiful day. The wind blew over the grass, and the grass moved in green waves; Flaxie thought it was running away like herself. It was half a mile to the bridge. By the time she reached Mr.
"I want to tell you sumpin, mamma," whispered she, bending forward and almost scalding herself against the teapot, "I won't talk; I won't talk a tall." But it was of no use. Mrs. Willard was not fond of little girls, and Mrs. Gray would not take Flaxie; she must stay at home with her sister Ninny.
There she stood, hopping up and down, and laughing, with the blind kitty hugged close to her bosom. "Laugh to me, Ninny!" "What do I want to laugh for? Let me out, you naughty girl!" "Well, you needn't laugh, but I shall. Now I's goin' to grandma's, and carry my white kitty." "No, no, you mustn't, you mustn't!" "You can't help it! I is a goin'!" "Flaxie! Flax-ee!" Oh! where was Eva Snow?
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