A Welcome Visitor 129 
“ Oh, ‘ Meow ’ ! that was the cat’s name. Meow ! 
Meow ! ” 
At the sound of my name I could hardly contain 
myself. I kissed Mrs. Cotton’s cheek many times, 
and then, seeing Miss Dorothy looked sad, I went 
over and kissed her too. 
“ I believe you are right,” said Miss Dorothy, 
“ and if Tootsie belongs to Mrs. Paxton, she shall 
have her back. I named her after Miss Willard’s 
cat because she seemed so well-bred and so dig- 
nified.” 
“ Mrs. Paxton will be delighted to see you,” said 
Mrs. Cotton, “ for I feel quite sure that this is her 
cat.” 
“ We shall all be very sorry to give her up,” said 
Miss Dorothy, as she accompanied Mrs. Cotton to 
the door. 
At the dinner-table Miss Dorothy told her father 
and Arthur what Mrs. Cotton had told her. 
“ There is only one thing to do, daughter,” said 
Mr. Banks. 
“ Yes,” said Miss Dorothy, “ I am going to take 
her over to-day.” 
Then I knew that that would be my last day at 
Miss Dorothy’s, and wishing to give my dear mis- 
