Mary and Eric had just come out of the morning-room, whispering together, and if Eric, who was younger than Dodo, might go in, she thought it was very unkind of Mother not to let her. Dodo was so cross that she sulked nearly all the afternoon, and was so tiresome when nurse was dressing her to go down to the drawing-room, that the other children were ready long before she was. [Illustration] But at last she trotted downstairs, with Spot at her heels—Spot _always_ waited for Dodo—and as the two of them passed the morning-room door, they both stopped. Strange to say, Spot was quite as curious as Dodo. He sniffed at the door, and whined, and wagged his short stumpy tail violently to and fro. The little girl’s hand was on the handle of the door. Should she turn it? Surely one little peep _couldn’t_ matter? It always seemed to Dodo that the handle turned of its own accord. _I_ don’t think it could have done so, but at any rate the door opened a little way, and out dashed a fluffy white kitten. In an instant Spot was after it, and chased it down the hall and out into the garden. [Illustration] Dodo didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t very well run after Spot, because just at that moment Mary called her. “Be quick, Dodo; Mother wants you,” she said. So Dodo went into the drawing-room feeling very guilty, and soon afterwards Spot came in, licking his lips. “Had he eaten the kitten?” his mistress thought, but she didn’t _dare_ say anything. The next morning when Dodo came down to breakfast, she found all sorts of nice presents laid out beside her plate. “They can’t be for me,” she said, but Mother kissed her and said: “Yes, they are, my pet. You surely haven’t forgotten that it is your birthday? I am so sorry that I have no present for you, but yesterday I bought you a little white kitten and shut it up in the morning-room. Some one must have let it out, for we can’t find it anywhere.” You can think how Dodo felt then. She grew redder and redder, and then she burst out crying. After that she did the best thing she could have done. She told Mother all about it, and Mother kissed and comforted her, and forgave her, but she made her promise to try and not be so curious or so disobedient again. And before breakfast was over, what do you think happened? Dick, the gardener’s boy, brought in a lovely white Persian kitten, that he had found in the tool-house. Of course, it was Dodo’s, and it was the very sweetest and dearest kitten in the world. Spot was inclined to be jealous of the new pet, and was very naughty at first, barking and snapping at it in a very rude manner; but in the end even _he_ couldn’t help liking the pretty little fluffy thing. Before a week had passed he and Snow became the very best of friends, and he wouldn’t have chased that kitten for the meatiest bone in a whole butcher’s shop. _L. L. Weedon._ [Illustration] THE THREE WISHES.