Soon there was a little gray head peeping at us from the bushes, and Malta bounded out, gave me a look of surprise and then leaped into the buggy on Miss Laura's lap.
What a happy cat she was! She purred with delight, and licked Miss Laura's gloves over and over again.

Then she ate the food they had brought, and went sound asleep.

She was very thin, and for several days after getting home she slept the most of the time.
Malta did not like dogs, but she was very good to cats.

One day, when there was no one about and the garden was very quiet, I saw her go stealing into the stable, and come out again, followed by a sore-eyed, starved-looking cat, that had been deserted by some people that lived in the next street.

She led this cat up to her catnip bed, and watched her kindly, while she rolled and rubbed herself in it.