CHAPTER XII 



CALICO AND THE KITTENS 



ONE spring day I found myself the sole help 

 of two blind, naked infants as near a real 

 predicament as a man could well get. What did 

 it matter that they had fur and long tails and 

 paws? They were infants just the same; and 

 any kind of an infant on the hands of a man is 

 dreadful. 



As I looked at the two little things in the 

 grass, a feeling of helplessness quite overcame 

 me. The way those baby squirrels squirmed and 

 shivered and squeaked somehow made me squirm 

 and shiver down to my very knees. I felt sick 

 and foolish, for what was I to do with them! 

 One thing I could not do, and that was kill them. 



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