What we have started it for was kittens--to save them from the awful death of drowning.

We wrote and told you.

And we've saved quite a lot." His limpid blue eyes were wells of candor.
Lady Ryehampton uttered a short snort; and her eyes flashed.
"Do you mean to tell me that your Uncle Maurice is fond enough of cats to bring them all the way from London to a cats' home at Deeping?
He hates cats, and always has!" she said fiercely.
"Of course, I hate cats," said Sir Maurice with cold severity.

"But I hate children's being brought up to be careless a great deal more.

A cats' home is not a cats' home unless it has cats in it; and you've been encouraging these children to grow up careless by calling a kittens' home a cats' home.