"What are you doing?" Eve, looking very nice in a fresh blue linen dress, was standing in the doorway. In my absorption I had forgotten all about breakfast. Then Eve saw the kitten. "Oh, the darling! Where did you find it, Sandy?"
I pointed to the box and told her about Michael. "I suppose the idea is," I said, "that one cat is as good as another. But I doubt very much if Aunt Cal will even give it house room!"
"Well, it was nice of him to think of it anyway!" Eve returned, cuddling the kitten. "I wonder if it's hungry?"
Aunt Cal returned at ten o'clock. Eve was just taking a loaf of gingerbread from the oven when I heard the car. Miss Rose Blossom was at the wheel, there was no mistaking her broad figure. She was beaming at Aunt Cal as she handed down her bag.
"She's coming!" I whispered, tiptoeing back into the kitchen. "What shall we do with Daisy June?" I glanced a little wildly toward Adam's cushion by the stove where the kitten slept.
Before Eve could even answer, a firm step sounded outside. Aunt Cal stood in the doorway. "Well," she inquired, "how have you been getting on?"
I stood in front of the stove. "Splendid----" I began and then, fearing I sounded too enthusiastic, I changed hastily to "All right."
"How is your friend?" Eve asked, inserting a knife around the gingerbread.
"A little better. Her sister came over from Millport this morning, so I felt that I could leave. Mercy, child, I didn't know you could bake!"
"Well, of course, it isn't as good as yours," Eve began modestly.
Aunt Cal picked up her bag and started for the stairs. It was this moment that Daisy June took to wake from her nap. With a sinking heart, I felt her between my ankles. Aunt Cal stopped dead in the middle of the room. "Where," she inquired in a very stuffy voice, "did that come from? And where is Adam?"
I swallowed. "Adam's visiting--visiting Captain Trout," I said.
My relative's face became stonier than before. "Take that cat out of the house!" she ordered.
I took a deep breath and counted ten. Then picking up Daisy June, I retreated to the side yard. Eve joined me there presently, carrying the box of carpet rags we were sewing for Aunt Cal. "Eve," I asked solemnly, "what is to become of her?"