‘Let’s go down into the street,’ said Oxford Gray, Junior. ‘Perhaps in some of the houses on the street there will be some one who likes kittens.’ It was quite a long way to the street, down a winding avenue, so the kittens took a short cut through the Wild Wood, and when the street was reached Oxford Gray, Junior, was timid about crossing it, for automobiles were going by very fast. ‘It hardly seems safe for you to cross, Sally,’ he said. ‘I think I had better go and look around first.’ ‘I don’t want to be left behind,’ said Sally, and before Oxford Gray, Junior, knew what she was doing, Sally had gone across the street so fast that it seemed as if she were flying. Oxford Gray, Junior, watched his chance and went across to join her. They went along past the row of apartment houses, but no one came out to say a friendly word to the unfortunate kittens. ‘Let’s go around to the back of the houses,’ said Sally. ‘I’m very hungry. Maybe some one will give us something to eat.’ Oxford Gray, Junior, followed his enterprising sister, and there on the back porch of a house was a saucer of milk. They could hardly believe their eyes. ‘Didn’t I tell you,’ said Oxford Gray, Junior, ‘that something nice would happen?’ Oxford Gray, Junior, took his place on one side of the saucer of milk, and Sally took her place on the other side and they began to lap the milk in haste. When it was all but gone, they heard the opening of a door, and Sally saw an angry woman coming out of it. ‘You little thieves, you little scoundrels!’ said the woman. ‘You come and steal our cat’s milk!’ ‘They were probably very hungry,’ said a man in a kind voice. ‘It’s bad enough to feed one cat, because you are so daft on them,’ said the woman, ‘but I can’t feed the whole neighborhood. Scat! Get away with you and never show your tiger faces here any more, you brats!’ [Illustration] The kittens fairly flew down the steps and out into the pouring rain. ‘Well, we had a good meal, anyhow,’ said Oxford Gray, Junior. ‘How could we tell the milk wasn’t meant for any kitten that got there first?’ They went back to the Wild Wood. It seemed more like home than any other place, and Oxford Gray, Junior, always had the hope that the door of the gray house on the hill might open and kind Elvira come out and welcome him. At last they found an opening under one of the piazzas. This one had not as yet been fixed so that no animal could crawl in and take shelter there. It was a small hole, but large enough for Sally to get in easily. Oxford Gray, Junior, had to squeeze in. ‘Didn’t I tell you that we should find shelter?’ he said. Sally wanted to say, ‘Oh, shut up!’ but, being wise beyond her weeks, she said nothing. She did not like the shelter. It was not her idea of what a home should be. There were cracks in the boards that let in some of the rain, and there was a musty smell that she did not like, and it was cold, even there.