AUNT CYNTHIA’S PERSIAN CAT
19
“It has cost us over a hundred dollars,” said
Ismay, with a malevolent glance at the sleek Fatima.
“It has cost me more than that,” I said, as I turned to the stairway.
Max held me back for an instant, while Ismay and Fatima pattered down.
“Do you think it has cost too much, Sue?” he whispered.
I looked at him sideways. He was really a dear. Niceness fairly exhaled from him.
“No-o-o,” I said, “but when we are married you will have to take care of Fatima, I won't.”
“Dear Fatima,” said Max gratefully.
