Besides, it's dribbling rain, and I
wouldn't wonder if it was teeming down in half an hour--and there's Tom
crying for all he's worth--I may as well let him in--come in, Tom!"--and
Tom walked in with an independent air to the rug and lay down by John's
footstool. Indeed, his attitude was impudent enough to warrant Mrs.
Hatton's threat to "turn him out-of-doors, if he did not carry himself
more like a decent cat and less like a blackguard."
The creature knew well enough what was said to him. He lay prone on the
rug, with his head on his forepaws, watching Mrs. Hatton; and she was a
little uncomfortable and glad when John entered the room. The cat ran to
meet him, but John went straight to his mother's side and said,
"Dear mother, I want your kiss and blessing tonight. God has given me
the desire of my heart, but I am not satisfied until you share my joy."
"That means that God has given you the love and promise of Jane
Harlow."
"Yes, that is what I mean. Sit down, mother; I must talk the matter over
with you, or I shall miss some of the sweetest part of it.
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