It was
several weeks before they saw her at all, and I am not sure they ever
would have done so but one day the kitten ran away, and in chasing her
they came close to the wall and saw Piccola's black eyes looking
through the hole in the stones. They were a little frightened at
first, and did not speak to her; but the next day she was there again,
and Rose, the oldest girl, went up to the wall and talked to her a
little while. When the children found that she had no one to play with
and was very lonely, they talked to her every day, and often brought
her fruits and candies, and passed them through the hole in the wall.
One day they even pushed the kitten through; but the hole was hardly
large enough for her, and she mewed and scratched and was very much
frightened. After that the little boy said he would ask his father if
the hole might not be made larger, and then Piccola could come in and
play with them. The father had found out that Piccola's mother was a
good woman, and that the little girl herself was sweet and kind, so
that he was very glad to have some of the stones broken away and an
opening made for Piccola to come in.
How excited she was, and how glad the children were when she first
stepped into the garden! She wore her best dress, a long,
bright-colored woolen skirt and a white waist.
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