FROM FUR TO PRICKLES.

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18500, 22 February 1930, Page 12 (Supplement)

FROM FUR TO PRICKLES.

“If only I had a kitten!” sighed brown-eyed Beth to her chum Gwennie, “I'd he the happiest girl alive. But Mother does not like kittens about the house, and I don’t think it’s a bit fair; Ralph has a dog, a snappy old thing that they all say it wonderful, just because it catches a rabbit now and then! But I’m sure a lovely wee kitten that would catch mice at night and purr through the day would be far cleverer than a dirty old dog!’”

“Of course it would.” agreed Gv/ennie; “and if I were you I would just get that one Mrs. Jones offered you and keep it in the garage; for now that your father is away with the car no one is likely to go in there for anything.” Beth thought it a wonderfuFidea and the next day she smuggled a wee grey kitten into the garage and tucked it cosi7>' into a big box, after wrapping it in a woolly rug to keep it warm. Mother was out at the time, and Beth had no difficulty in getting plenty of food and milk, for she thought she would leave enough to last it a day, as Mother would surely get suspicious if she went very often to an apparently empty garage. Night came, and Beth cuddled down, in bed, glad she had a furry friend at last, but Just a wee bit sorry that she had had to hide something from Mummy. Still if Mummy would persist in refusing