ent on Mary Rose. "He was such a wise little
puppy that daddy said he should have a wise name. The superintendent
of schools made out a list for me and I copied each one on a separate
piece of paper and let the puppy take his choice. He took Solomon and
daddy said he showed his sense for Solomon was the very wisest of all.
But that shows just how smart Solomon was even as a puppy. Jimmie
Bronson's taking care of him until I send for him. He said he'd just
as soon I never sent, but of course I will as soon as I can. Do you
see Jenny Lind, George Washington?" She took the cat's head in her
hands and turned it to the cage in which Jenny Lind hopped restlessly.
"They aren't the friends I'd like them to be," she explained almost
apologetically to her aunt. "Sometimes it worries me. Dear me, I wish
I could have a talk with Noah! Don't you often wonder how he managed
in the ark? It must have been hard with cats and mice and snakes and
birds and lions and people. Daddy thought Noah must have been a fine
animal tamer, like the one in the circus Gladys Evans' father took us
to, only better, of course. Don't you think you'll like George
Washington?" she asked timidly, rather puzzled by her aunt's silence.

"He's a beautiful cat," gulped Mrs. Donovan, who was more puzzled than
Mary Rose. What should she do? What could she do? She took both Mary
Rose and George Washington in her arms. "Listen to me, Mary Rose, for
a minute. You know your Uncle Larry is janitor of this building?"

"It's a fine building," admiringly. "He must be awful rich."

"He isn't rich at all," hurriedly. "If he was he wouldn't be a
janitor. A janitor is the man who takes care of it----"

"Oh," Mary Rose was frankly disappointed. "I thought he owned it."

"You see other folks live here, lots of them, an' the man who owns it
won't let them have any cats or dogs," she hesitated, she hated to say
it, "or childern in it. It's in the lease. A lease is the same as a
law."

"Won't have any cats or dogs or children!" Mary Rose's voice was
shrill with astonishment and her eyes were as big as saucers. "Why,
everybody has children! They always have had. Don't you remember,
even Adam and Eve? In Mifflin everyone has children."

"It's different in Waloo. You see the man who owns this house thinks
childern are noisy an' destructive." She tried her best to find an
excuse for the unknown owner. "He doesn't know, of course. He's
probably a