Patty at Home by Carolyn Wells
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and centre-pieces, until Patty's room began to look like a booth at a
fancy bazaar. One Saturday morning, as the sewing-circle was hard at work, little Gilbert came in carrying a paper bag, which evidently contained something valuable. "It's for you, Patty," he said. "I brought it for you, to help keep house; and its name is Pudgy." Depositing the bag in his cousin's lap, little Gilbert knelt beside her. "You needn't open it," he cried; "it will open itself!" And, sure enough, the mouth of the bag untwisted, and a little grey head came poking out. "A kitten!" exclaimed Patty; "a Maltese kitten. Why, that's just the very thing I wanted! Where did you get it, Gilbert, dear?" "From the milkman," said Gilbert proudly. "We always get kitties from him, and I telled him to pick out a nice pretty one for you. Do you like it?" "I love it," said Patty, cuddling the little bunch of grey fur; "and Pudgy is just the right name for it. It's the fattest little cat I ever saw." "Yes," said Gilbert gravely; "don't let it get thin, will you?" "No, indeed," said Patty; "I'll feed it on strawberries and cream all the |
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