Marjorie's Maytime by Carolyn Wells
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"No, it isn't a kitten. It's bigger than a kitten."
"An old cat!" said Marjorie, scornfully. "Pooh," said King, "we'll never get at it this way. Of course it isn't a cat! Father wouldn't make so much fuss over just a cat." "But I'm not making a fuss," protested Mr. Maynard; "I only told you I had adopted a new pet, and suggested you guess what it is. If you give up I'll tell you." "I don't give up," cried Kitty; "what color is it?" "Red," answered her father. "Ho!" cried Kitty, with a sudden flash of inspiration, "it's an automobile!" "Right you are, Kitsie," said her father, "though I don't know why you guessed it so quick." "Well, nothing else is red and big. But why do you call it a pet? And how does it purr?" "You're so practical, Kitty, it's difficult to make you understand; but I feel quite sure we'll all make a pet of it, and when you once hear it purr, you'll think it a prettier sound than any kitten ever made." "Is it really an automobile, Father? And have you bought it? And shall we ride in it? Where is it? Where are you going to keep it? When will it |
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