"Call 'em in, now!" said the cook. "Everything is ready. And is the cat
there?"
"Yes," answered Tom, as he looked out and saw the pussy curled up in the
sun on the steps. "It's there."
"Well, I think I'll give it some milk," said the cook.
So, a little later, Flossie and Freddie, the stray children--for that is
what they were--sat down to a nice little lunch in a strange, house. Tom
Walker sat down with them, and the stray cat had a saucer of milk in the
kitchen.
"I looked out in the street," said the cook, as she came back to get
Freddie another glass of milk, "but I don't see any automobile there.
Did you really ride here in an auto?"
"Oh, yes," answered Freddie. "And the man on it all the time talked
through a red horn, but I didn't know what he said."
"That was the man speaking through a megaphone so everybody on the
sight-seeing auto would know what they were looking at as they rode
along," said Tom. "They often pass through here, though I haven't seen
any to-day."
"But what to do about you children I don't know," said the cook, when
Flossie and Freddie had eaten as much as they wanted. "If you did come
here on an auto it's gone now, and there isn't a sign of it.
Pages:
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134