"And so near sweet Princess Polly," she said, "just the next house but
one."
She sprang from the low step, and ran down to the sidewalk to see if
Princess Polly was yet in sight. "I think it is a little early," she
said, "for Polly said she'd come over at nine, and it isn't nine yet."
The dainty Angora came down the walk to meet her, her tail like a great
plume, her soft coat as fluffy as thistle down. Proudly she walked as
if she knew her beauty.
"Oh, you darling puss!" cried Rose. "You make this new home seem just
as if we'd always lived here."
"That's right, Miss Rose," said the housekeeper, as she looked from
the window.
"A cat does make a place seem homelike. She's not stared about, nor
acted wild as most cats do. She made herself at home, and seemed at
home the first day the captain brought her to you. Do you remember,
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.
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