He sat before it all the evening with fascinated eyes, devouring every detail and oblivious to the curious interest he was attracting; for the huge canvas represented the Knights of the Round Table, and he had at last found friends.
All the way back he thought about the picture; it was not until he reached his room that the former loneliness returned.
But even then it was not for long.

A pair of yellow eyes peered around the window-sill, and a plaintive "meow" begged for admittance.

It was plainly Providence that guided that thin and ill-treated kitten to Sandy's window.

The welcome it received must have completely restored its shaken faith in human nature.

Tired as he was, Sandy went out and bought some milk.