her neck, and--"

"Oh, that settles it," declared Adela, quite joyful that she could help
the little Pepper girl in any way, "at least the pink ribbon round its
neck does, for I know where there is a cat exactly like that--that is,
the one I saw had green eyes, but everything else is like it--it's
sitting upon a shelf in a shop where I was just this very day, Phronsie
Pepper."

"Oh!" Phronsie gave a little gurgle of delight, and, slipping out of
her chair, she ran over to Adela. "Will you show me that shop to-morrow?"
she begged, in great excitement.

"To be sure I will," promised Adela, just as happy as Phronsie; "we
will go in the morning right after breakfast. May we, Mrs. Fisher?"
looking over to her, where she sat knitting as cosily as if she were in
the library at home. "For I think people who travel, get out of their
everyday habits," she had said to her husband, before they started,
"and I'm going to pack my knitting basket to keep my hands out of
mischief."

And old Mr. King had smiled more than once in satisfaction to glance
over at Mother Fisher in her cosey corner of an evening, and it made
him feel at home immediately, even in the dreariest of hotel parlours,
just the very sight of those knitting needles.

And so, in between the picture galleries and museums, to which some
part of every day was devoted, the Peppers and Jasper and Adela, and
old Mr. King, who always went, and Mother Fisher, who sometimes was of
the party, the ransacking of the lovely shops took place. And it really