the Yodersâ home. A man climbed down from the wagon and walked to the door.
âHello,â he said to Mother while twisting his hat in his hands. âIâm Adam Tracey. My wife, Verena, and our two boys are on the wagon. Weâve staked a claim on a homestead west of here. What we need right now is a place to stay for the night.â
âDo stay,â Mother said quickly. âFather and Ben could sleep in the barn. Weââ
âLet me sleep in the barn,â Adam interrupted. âJust as long as my wife gets a warm bed to lie down in and maybe a bit of warm supperâ¦She hasnât been too well.â
âOf course. You may tie your horses near the haystack. My husband will be in for supper soon.â
The two little Tracey boys tumbled from the wagon and stood staring at Polly and Jakie. Polly and Jakie stared back.
Verena did look rather pale and ill. Mother told her to lie down while she and Polly got supper. As soon as Father and Ben came in, everybody squeezed around the makeshift table to eat Motherâs good soup and brown bread.
Adam Tracey was a talkative man. He told how he and his family had left Illinois because they could not make a living there. His two brothers already had homesteads in North Dakota, and by tomorrow night he hoped to reach their homes. The Traceysâ own homestead was right beside those of his brothers.
After supper Verena seemed to feel better. She helped with the dishes and talked about their long trip across the prairie in the wagon. âAnd wouldnât you know,â she said with a tinkling laugh, âour cat had kittens right there in the wagon.â
âKittens!â said Polly, forgetting to be shy. âAre they here?â
âYes. Two are black and white and two are gray. Maybe youâd like to have a look at them before it gets dark out there.â
Out ran Polly. Jakie and the two little boys trotted after her. âThere,â said the oldest Tracey, pointing to a green box. âIn there.â
âOh, the dear things,â cried Polly. She cradled one gray kitten against her chest. What a loud purr came from such a tiny creature!
âWould you like to keep two of them?â called Verena from the door.
âOh, yes! But we have no cow. Kittens need milk.â
âWell, you may keep the mother cat too,â Verena said.
Still clutching the kitten, Polly ran into the house. âDid you hear that, Mother? We could have the cat and two kittens. Think of all the mice theyâd catch!â
Mother looked at Polly. âWeâll see what Father says.â
In the end, the cats stayed. The mother catâs name was Rilla, and she settled her two remaining kittens in the Yodersâ tiny barn. She was a good mother cat and took good care of her kittens. Polly spent all of her spare time in the barn, and because of the cats, she wished school would never start.
One morning after breakfast, she said to Mother, âWhat if the other children at school arenât nice to us?â
âI donât think you need to worry,â Mother said, assuring her. âDonât forget that not all the children will be strangers. Our neighboring homesteadersââthe Millers, Hershbergers, and Mastsâchildren will be there too.â
âYes, I know,â Polly said, though not very happily. After they washed the dishes, Polly went outside. A chilly October wind blew across the brown fields. Overhead the skywas filling with blue-black clouds, and before Polly reached the barn, a big drop of rain splattered on her forehead.
Polly nestled down in the sweet-smelling hay. Purr. The kittens found her and climbed around on her apron. Soon the rain on the sod roof grew to a steady drumming. âThis is the kind of rain we longed for all summer,â Polly said to the kittens.
A drop of water hit her hand, another landed on her cheek, and a third wet her forehead. The barn roof was
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