"And give us all something to do," he added, "so go ahead, children,
and set to work on it." And Polly and Jasper had flown off with the
good news, and every one did "set to work" as Grandpapa said, diving
into the shops again.

Phronsie tried to find the mate to her china cat, that was by this time
sailing over the sea to Joel; and it worried her dreadfully, for, try
as she would, she never could see another one. And she looked so pale
and tired one night that Mr. King asked her, in consternation, as they
were all assembled in one corner of the drawing-room, what was the
matter.

"I wish I could find a cat," sighed Phronsie, trying not to be so
tired, and wishing the prickles wouldn't run up and down her legs so.
"We've walked and walked, Grandpapa, and the shop wouldn't come, where
it must be."

"What kind of a cat is it you want?" asked Adela Gray.

"It was just like Joey's," said Phronsie, turning her troubled blue
eyes on Adela's face.

"Well, what colour?" continued Adela.

"It was yellow," said Phronsie, "a sweet little yellow cat."

"With green eyes?"

"No, I don't think it's eyes were green," said Phronsie, slowly trying
to think, "but they were so pretty; and she had a pink ribbon around