“Yes, dear,” her mistress replied; “there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them. And you must have better manners, Eureka, or something worse will happen to you.”

She placed a plate of food upon the floor and the kitten ate greedily.

“Give me that nice-smelling fruit I saw on the table,” she begged, when she had cleaned the plate.

“Those are damas,” said Dorothy, “and you must never even taste them, Eureka, or you’ll get invis’ble, and then we can’t see you at all.”

The kitten gazed wistfully at the forbidden fruit.

“Does it hurt to be invis’ble?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Dorothy answered; “but it would hurt me dre’fully to lose you.”