So, when the kitten was brought in and put down on the floor, she ran to her sister in great terror, and began to cry.
Now her sister might have attempted to reason with her by explaining the difference between the kitten and the wild animals of the same class in the woods, and by assuring her that thousands of children have kittens to play with and are never scratched by them so long as they treat them kindly--and all without producing any sensible effect.

But, instead of this, she adopted a different plan.

She took the child up into her lap, and after quieting her fears, began to talk to the kitten.
"Poor little pussy," said she, "I am glad you have come.

You never scratch any body, I am sure, if they are kind to you.

Jennie will give you some milk some day, and she and I will like to see you lap it up with your pretty little tongue.