Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 June 1880 — Mollie and Little Grey. [ARTICLE]

Mollie and Little Grey.

‘Tsedoin to a paratory lecksure, an’ you has dot to be leaved at home in dis baatlt wiv de tover on jus* as tight,” and into the basket went Molly’s Tittle grey kitten, and on went the cover “jus’ as tight." But kitty wasn’t “leaved” at home after all, for it so chanced that Molly’s mamma took this same basket to bring home bundles in as she had planned to go shopping after the preparatory lecture. Now Molly, without intending it; was sometimes quite rough with her little pet, and so kitty, glad to be let alone, curled down in the basket and was fast asleep when they started tor church, and as little Grey was by no means a weighty kitty, Molly’s mamma never suspected she was taking a kitty to meeting with her, and as for Molly she didn’t even know her mamma had the basket until she stopped to set it down on a seat near the vestry door and by that time Molly had forgotten all about Kitty and shyly clung to her mother as she took her seat away to the farther side of the vestry. The meeting was nearly over and Molly bade fair to keep her promise of not making the “leastest bit ot noise” when kitty, who had made no such promise, began to mew, very faintly at first; but Molly heard it and whispered: “U mammy, I ’member now kitty’s in your bastit.” “*8h!” said her mother, shaking her head.

“I heard her ky, I did." “No you didn’t. It was only your imagination,” for Molly was quite apt to imagine she heard things when she didn’t “Tain’t my mageration, it’s my precious Httle kitty,” cried Molly, while at the same time little Grey proved her presence beyond a doubt by mewing and scartching in a most emphatic manner until the basket rolled off the seat and the cover came off, and out she popped, as bewildered and scared a kitty as one could ever hope to see. Between Molly at one end of the vestry and kitty at the other, there was such an uproar, the minister came to a full stop. But not so with kitty, for she* dashed out like a wild cat.

“Mercy on us,” exclaimed old lady Green, as she dodged between her feet. “Beat!” said the deacon, as he caught her and let her go on, receiving positive evidence of the sharpness of her claws and teeth. “Round the house and round the house” frantically rushed the poor little Grey, until some one opened the door, and away she sped like an arrow. Molly and her mamma immediately followed kitty, though at a much slower pace; and we may safely conclude that all arrived home in due season. At all events, that night at milking time, little Grey was seen quietly lapping milk from her saucer, while beside her, murmuring words which none but kitty could interpret, stood her proud and happy mistress, Molly.— Selected.