So he went to look, and what do you think he found? Why, right under a
vase of the pussy willows, on a cushion, was a dear, sweet, little white
kitten. Yes, sir, as true as I'm telling you! And so soon as Lulu saw it
she cried: "It's mine! One of my pussy willows has turned into a kittie!
Oh, how glad I am!"

And, honestly, the kittie was right under Lulu's vase of pussy willows,
just as sure as that two and two make four.

"I told you so!" cried Aunt Lettie. "Now, maybe you'll believe me next
time. The pussy willows turned into a kitten."

"Oh, but this kitten can't be from those willows," said Papa Wibblewobble.
"This is a real pussy. It must have come in from out of doors. I guess I
must have left a window open."

And the funny part of it was that he had left a window up, and it was a
real kittie that had wandered in, straying away from its mamma. But Aunt
Lettie was sure it had come from a pussy willow. Lulu didn't care, because
she was allowed to keep the kittie for herself, and what do you think? Why
that kittie joined Jimmie's baseball nine, and to-morrow night I'll tell
you about a game of ball that was played. That is if the man in the moon
doesn't tumble down and hurt his nose.




STORY XV