|One morning last week I was walking along the street, and I saw a
kitten on the pavement. It was white, with black spots on its head and
neck. It sat as close to the fence as it could get, and looked very
lonesome, as if it did not belong to anybody.
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Every time a person went by the kitten would lift up its head and mew.
I knew quite well that it was hungry and did not know where to get any
breakfast. I wished that I had something with me to give it to eat. Just
then a boy came along with a milk-can in his hand. He looked like a
good boy. He had pleasant blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He was whistling a
lively tune, as if he was very merry and happy. When Kitty saw him, she
lifted up her head and gave a loud mew. The boy stopped and noticed her.
"Kitty!" said he; "I believe you are hungry, and are asking me to feed
you. I wish I had a dish, and I would give you some milk."
He looked all around. By and by he saw a little hollow place in one
of the stones of the pavement. Then he said, "Come here, Kitty; I have
found a basin for you."
He poured some milk out of his can into the hollow, and Kitty ran and
lapped it up as fast as she could.
Then he poured in some more, till Kitty had eaten all she wanted. When
he had done this, he said, "Good-morning, Kitty," and he went on his way
whistling.
Was n't he a good boy? I watched him till he was out of sight, because
I was so glad that I had seen him. It is so pleasant to meet people that
are kind and thoughtful, whether they are old or young.
I was very glad for Kitty, too. When I left her she was washing her
face and stretching herself in the warm sunshine. She seemed to feel
so comfortable now that she had eaten a nice breakfast. It was a real
pleasure to look at her.
I hope Kitty will find such a good friend as this little milkman every
day.
--HATTIE WAY.
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