wife violated propriety and made Grandmother Van Stark proud and happy
by eating two pieces each.




_CHAPTER XVII_
_Out at Grandmother's_

Grandmother's house, I tell you most emphatic,
Is full of good times from cellar to the attic.


There came to Grandmother Van Stark's one day, a forlorn black tramp
kitten, mewing dismally.

Ethelwyn, who loved kittens devotedly, was melted to the verge of tears
by his wailing appeals in a minor key; so she cuddled him and fed him on
Lady Babby's creamy, foamy milk. In the intervals of eating, however, he
still wailed like a lost soul.

"The critter don't stop crying long enough to catch a mouse," said cook,
eyeing the disconsolate bundle of grief with strong disfavor.

"He almost did this morning, Hannah," said Ethelwyn in his defense. "I
saw him watching a hole, and he's so little yet, I grabbed him away.
Besides, I don't like mice myself, and I was so afraid I'd see one or
two."

"No danger; his bawling will keep them away," said Hannah, grimly.