Miss Rose, she sprang from the basket, sat down on the rug, and began
to wash her face?"

"I know she did, and that proves that she's a wonderful cat. She
couldn't act like a common cat. Could you, dear?"

The cat rubbed lovingly against Rose.

"We're going to choose a name for her to-day, and Princess Polly is
coming over to help me. Oh, there she comes now!" Rose ran down the
path to meet Polly, the white cat trotting along after her.

"I wanted to bring Sir Mortimer over to get acquainted with her, but
he's just dear, in all but one thing. He isn't _always_ polite to other
cats, and _sometimes_ he's really horrid, and growls so dreadfully
that you'd think he hadn't any manners," said Polly.

"I guess it's just as well," Rose said, "for we'll be pretty busy
choosing a name."

Polly had written a list of fine names, and together they read them,
the white cat sitting and eagerly watching them for a time, and then
playing on the lawn with a ball that was her own especial toy. At last
after reading the list of imposing names again and again, they decided
that, after all, Beauty best suited the lovely creature.

"To think that you are to live here at Avondale again!" Polly said,
when at last the name had been chosen.

"Yes, and to think that there's only one house between yours and mine!"