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Title: Black, White and Gray
A Story of Three Homes

Author: Amy Walton

Illustrator: Robert Barnes

Release Date: October 20, 2007 [EBook #23130]

Language: English

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Black, White and Grey; a Story of Three Homes, by Amy Walton.

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Some young children, whose parents are working in India, are being
brought up by an aunt in a small English village called Fieldside. The
aunt lets them have a lot of freedom, but there are some "Rules of the
House" which must be obeyed. When the cat has some lovely kittens, one
black, one white, and one grey, they are not allowed to keep them,
because there would then be too many cats than the Rules allowed, but
they are given three weeks in which to find homes for them.

How these homes are found, and what happens then to the kittens, is the
subject of this book. As always with Amy Walton's books, reading them
gives you a feeling for the happy days in our English countryside, now
long past, that existed at the end of the nineteenth century.

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BLACK, WHITE AND GREY; A STORY OF THREE HOMES, BY AMY WALTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

TWO GOOD HOMES.

"It's as black as ink," said Dennis, lifting one of the kittens out of
its warm bed in the hay; "there's not a single white hair upon it."

"Madam's never had a _quite_ black one before, has she?" said his sister
Maisie, who knelt beside him, before the cat and her family.

It was a snug and cosy home Madam had chosen for her children, in a dark
corner of the hayloft, where she had hollowed out a sort of nest in the
side of a truss of hay. Here she might well have fancied herself quite
secure from discovery, for it was so dim and shadowy in the loft that it
needed sharp eyes to see anything but hay and straw.

She had forgotten, however, that it was one of Dennis and Maisie's
favourite play-rooms when it was too