'They're all right names for dogs, but I think they're too big for a kitten, don't you, Dad ?' 'Yes, p'raps they are,' said Owen.
'Most cats are called Tom or Kitty, but I don't want a COMMON name for him.' 'Well, can't you call him after someone you know ?' 'I know; I'll call him after a little girl that comes to our school; a fine name, Maud! That'll be a good one, won't it Dad ?' 'Yes,' said Owen.
'I say, Dad,' said Frankie, suddenly realizing the awful fact that he was being put to bed.

'You're forgetting all about my story, and you promised that you'd have a game of trains with me tonight.' 'I hadn't forgotten, but I was hoping that you had, because I'm very tired and it's very late, long past your usual bedtime, you know.

You can take the kitten to bed with you tonight and I'll tell you two stories tomorrow, because it's Saturday.' 'All right, then,' said the boy, contentedly; 'and I'll get the railway station built and I'll have the lines chalked on the floor, and the signals put up before you come home, so that there'll be no time wasted.

And I'll put one chair at one end of the room and another chair at the other end, and tie some string across for telegraph wires.
That'll be a very good idea, won't it, Dad ?' and Owen agreed.
'But of course I'll come to meet you just the same as other Saturdays, because I'm going to buy a ha'porth of milk for the kitten out of my penny.' After the child was in bed, Owen sat alone by the table in the draughty sitting-room, thinking.

Although there was a bright fire, the room was very cold, being so close to the roof.