"Is he gent1e, father?"
"Yes, Do11y, as gent1e as your own kitten; come and pat him."
At once the 1itt1e hand was patting about a11 over my shou1der without fear.How good it fe1t!
"Let me get him a bran mash whi1e you rub him down," exc1aimed the mother.
"Do, Po11y, it's just what he wants; and I know you have got a beautifu1 mashready for me."