It was true! A poor, shivering little tabby kitten was cuddling into
Nancy's neck, mewing with terror!
"Oh, the little darling!" she exclaimed. "How frightened it must have
been! I wonder whose kitten it is?"
[Illustration: "How frightened it must have been! I wonder whose kitten
it is?"]
"If we can't find out I should think we might keep it ourselves."
"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a kittie of our own?"
"I'm afraid we ought to ask a few people first," said Toby sadly.
"There's old Rowan. Shall we go and tell him about the boat?"
Old Rowan was looking gloomily out to sea, and never noticed the twins
till they stood before him.
"Please, Mr. Rowan," said Toby, "we've found your boat."
"Found my boat?" asked the old man absently.
"Yes, the Lily. She's out there among the rocks."
"Is she? Ay, she got adrift at high tide. I'd better go after her at
once." But Rowan didn't seem much interested in his boat!
"Me--ew!" A furry ball suddenly sprang onto the fishermen's shoulder,
purring delightedly!
"Hullo!" Rowan was now quite wide awake, and stared around him.
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