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Jones Babcock</h1> +<pre> +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Puss in Boots, Jr., and the Good Gray Horse</p> +<p>Author: David Cory</p> +<p>Release Date: June 24, 2010 [eBook #32964]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell, Emmy,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="345" height="500" alt="cover" title="" /> +</div> + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/endpaper01-big.jpg"><img src="images/endpaper01.jpg" width="600" height="471" alt="Endpapers" title="" /></a> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND<br />THE GOOD GRAY HORSE</h1> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;"> +<img src="images/acorn.png" width="100" height="72" alt="Decoration" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 327px;"> +<img src="images/gs02.jpg" width="327" height="500" alt="THE GOOD GRAY HORSE RUNS AWAY WITH PUSS JUNIOR AND THE LITTLE OLD MAN." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE GOOD GRAY HORSE RUNS AWAY WITH PUSS JUNIOR AND THE LITTLE OLD MAN.<br /> +<small><i>Puss-in-Boots Jr. and the Good Gray Horse.</i></small> <small><i>Frontispiece.</i></small></span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>PUSS IN BOOTS, JR.<br /> + +AND THE GOOD GRAY<br /> + +HORSE</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>DAVID CORY</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<small>AUTHOR OF</small><br /> +<br /> +LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS,<br /> +LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND,<br /> +PUSS IN BOOTS BOOKS, Etc.<br /><br /><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 254px;"> +<img src="images/title.png" width="254" height="250" alt="Puss and a Friend" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /><br />PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED<br /> + +<br /><br /><br /> +<big>GROSSET & DUNLAP</big><br /> +<span class='u'>PUBLISHERS NEW YORK</span><br /> +<small>Made in the United States of America</small><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='copyright'> +Copyright, 1921, by Harper & Brothers<br /> +Printed in the United States of America<br /> +G-V<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Magic Wings</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Hold-up</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Willow Tree Inn</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Robber Fairies</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bicycle Puss</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Puss Recovers His Steed</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Georgy Porgy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Jolly Gallop</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Runaway</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Humpty-bumpty</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Haymow</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Chauffeur Taffy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Three Little Kittens</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mr. Rat</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Big Tumble</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Hungry Kittens</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kittens Wash Mittens</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Pie for Mrs. Mouse</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sing a Song of Sixpence</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Doctor Foster</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Miscount</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Plum Pudding Story</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"One I Love, Two I Love"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jenny Wren</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Mischievous Raven</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Candy Town</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Bramble-bush Man</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Daffy-down-dilly</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"Donkey, Donkey, Old and Gray"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"Tick, Tack, Too"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Lullaby Baby</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Fire</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Old Woman's Riddle</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Cobbler</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Doctor Drake</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"No Bigger than My Thumb" </span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tell-tale-tit</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On the Way</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Boy Blue</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Alphabet Town</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Lucy Locket</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tom, the Piper's Son</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Old Dame Trot</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bobby Shafto</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Robin Redbreast</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Elf Child</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2>PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND<br />THE GOOD GRAY HORSE</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE MAGIC WINGS</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>ONE morning as little Puss, Junior, on his +Good Gray Horse rode through Mother +Goose country he saw a spider sitting in her tiny +lace house. She kept very still, for the early +dewdrops still clung to the delicate web. And +as the sun shone down they looked for all the +world like diamonds on a piece of lace. So little +Puss, Junior, stretched out his paw and, would +you believe it, instead of a drop of water he +picked off a real diamond.</div> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" cried the little black spider. "The +witch's feather in your hat has changed the dewdrop +into a diamond. But I have no use for +precious stones, so you may have it. The +flies that come to my net are more to my liking." +And then she tied the strings of her little black +bonnet and put on her black silk mitts and +waited for a fly to make a call.</p> + +<p>Well, after putting the diamond in his pocket,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +Puss rode away, and by and by, after a while +he came to a steep hill. And, oh, dear me! it +was a dreadfully steep hill, for Puss had missed +his way and there was no path or road for him to +follow. And while he waited, not knowing what +to do, he heard a little voice say:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"If I bring four wings to you<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">To fasten on your horse's shoe</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Will you give me for my locket</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The sparkling diamond in your pocket?"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"How do I know my Good Gray Horse can +fly with these wings?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"He may try them first," said the voice, and +out from behind a stump jumped a little dwarf, +dressed in green, with a red turban on his head. +Quick as a wink he fastened a wing to each foot +of the Good Gray Horse. And then he clicked +his tongue against his teeth and away went the +Good Gray Horse up in the air like a great bird.</p> + +<p>"Hold on!" shouted the dwarf. "Don't forget +to give me the diamond," and he held out his +little hat for Puss to drop it in as the Good Gray +Horse sailed away on his winged feet over the +mountain.</p> + +<p>Well, as soon as he crossed the top of the +great high mountain he came down to earth and, +strange to say, as soon as he touched the ground +the wings on his feet changed into long, silky +hairs, and, but for these, he was just the same +as he was before meeting the dwarf.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;"> +<img src="images/gs03.png" width="359" height="450" alt="Puss on a Horse" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Come, little master, since I have lost my +wings, to yonder inn. I am hungry for oats." +So Puss rode forward and, after leaving him in the +stable, sat down in the inn and waited for his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +dinner. Pretty soon a little bird settled on the +window sill and sang:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"From my snug little nest in the old apple tree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All covered with blossoms so fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I never have seen, though I'm over thirteen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A horse that could fly thro' the air."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Just then the innkeeper's wife came in, and +when she saw the little bird on the window sill +close to Puss, Junior, she cried, "Time for little +birds to be in their nests." So the little bird flew +away, and as soon as Puss had eaten his dinner +he again mounted his Good Gray Horse. After +a while he met an old man and a little dog. +The little dog was carrying a basket in his mouth +and the little old man a big pipe, from which the +smoke curled up in the shape of a bird. All of +a sudden he gave a puff and, would you believe +it, a glossy gray pigeon flew away.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon the smoke again curled up from +the pipe into the form of a pigeon, and then, just +as before, the little old man gave a puff, and +away flew a pigeon, only this time it was grayish +blue.</p> + +<p>I don't know how long this would have gone +on if the little old man had not suddenly turned +around.</p> + +<p>"You have a wonderful pipe," said little Puss, +Junior. "I've never seen one like it."</p> + +<p>"There are lots of strange things in Mother +Goose Land," answered the little old man. "If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +you are a traveler, as I think you are, you will +meet with many strange adventures."</p> + +<p>Then with a bow he turned in at the gate of a +little pink-and-blue cottage, at the rear of which +stood a pigeon house on top of a tall pole. As +Puss turned around for a last look, again the +smoke from the little old man's pipe changed +into a pigeon, which flew straight toward the +little pigeon house.</p> + +<p>Well, after that Puss rode along for some time, +and by and by the moon came out and dimly +lighted the road, which now led through a forest. +It was very quiet, except for the tooting of an +owl or the cry of a tree toad.</p> + +<p>Little Puss commenced to whistle when, all of +a sudden, the Good Gray Horse jumped to the +side of the road, and there, right in front of him, +stood a tiny fairy, dressed in green. "Halt, +Sir Cat!" he cried, waving his silver wand.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE HOLD-UP</h2> + +<div class='poem2'><div class='cap'> +"OH, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho!"</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>As soon as the little fairy I mentioned in the +last story finished his song Puss, Junior's, Good +Gray Horse stood up on his hind legs, for he +wasn't used to these little people of the forest, +you see.</p> + +<p>"Whoa, my good steed," cried Puss. "Don't +you see it's only a little fairy?"</p> + +<p>"Only a little fairy!" cried the forest fay. +"I would have you understand, Sir Cat, that I +have at my command a million subjects. I have +but to sound a call upon my silver horn and they +will surround you."</p> + +<p>"Bah!" cried Puss, scornfully. "I have no +fear of such tiny things."</p> + +<p>But, oh, dear me! no sooner had he said this +than the fairy blew a shrill blast upon his silver +horn, and from all directions came thousands +of little fairies on moth millers and fireflies. +And, oh, dear me! again, before Puss knew what +was going to happen they stretched tiny ropes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +about his Good Gray Horse and bound his legs +fast, and after that they tied Puss to the +saddle.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the little fairy. "Now, +my good Sir Cat, will you believe that fairies +have power?"</p> + +<p>"Gid-ap!" cried Puss, but his good gray steed +could move neither head nor foot. "Gid-ap!" +he cried again; but his Good Gray Horse could +move neither ears nor tail.</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" exclaimed Puss. "I'm in a +pretty mess!" And then the fairies began to +sing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Pride must ever have a fall.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ne'er despise the weak and small.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Only he who's brave and good</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Shall pass safely through this wood."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"I don't see how that applies to me," cried +Puss, stoutly. "I may have been a trifle rude, +but I maintain I'm brave and good."</p> + +<p>Well, just then, all of a sudden, a big kind-hearted +owl flew down from his nest in a tree +and cut all the fairy ropes with a big pair of +scissors. And then he gave a great hoot, which +so frightened the fairies that they flew away, +helter skelter, into the depths of the forest.</p> + +<p>"You have been very kind to me," said Puss. +"How shall I repay you?"</p> + +<p>"Forget it," said the owl, taking off his gold-rimmed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +spectacles and wiping his left eye with a +yellow silk handkerchief. "If you would get +safely out of this forest,</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Follow the path, the moon is still bright.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Take the first turn—the one to the right.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The Willow Tree Inn you'll find in due course,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Where you'll find shelter for you and your horse."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Thank you," said Puss. "If your directions +are as good as your rhyme I shall have no trouble +in finding the place."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> +<h2>WILLOW TREE INN</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>THE moonlight shone brightly on the sign of +the Willow Tree Inn as Puss reached up for +the big brass knocker. But he wasn't tall +enough, so he stood on an empty flower pot and +rapped twice on the door.</div> + +<p>"Who's there?" asked the innkeeper, poking +his head out of the window.</p> + +<p>"Puss in Boots, Junior."</p> + +<p>"Very well, Master Boots," said the innkeeper. +"Rest on the porch till I put on my +boots." And pretty soon the door opened and the +sleepy innkeeper appeared with a lighted candle +in his hand. "Ah, you have a horse," he said. +"Come, I will show you the way to the stable."</p> + +<p>"Bad luck," cried the innkeeper, as a gust of +wind blew out the candle. "The moon is behind +a cloud. 'Tis dark. Can you make your way?"</p> + +<p>"Never fear," replied Puss. "A cat can see +in the dark."</p> + +<p>But, goodness me! just as they reached the +barn a bat knocked off Puss, Junior's, hat.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Bat, bat, come under my hat<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll give you a slice of bacon,</span><br /> +And when I bake I'll give you a cake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I am not mistaken,"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>cried the innkeeper.</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 388px;"> +<img src="images/gs04.png" width="388" height="500" alt="Puss knocking at the door" title="" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That sounds mighty good to me," said Puss, +Junior. "I've had no supper yet, and it's nearly +morning."</p> + +<p>"So it is," answered the innkeeper. "Well, +we'll give your Good Gray Horse a mess of oats +and some hay. After that we'll go back to the +inn and cook a slice of bacon."</p> + +<p>"And when you bake please give me a cake, +or I'll be much disappointed," cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"I'd rather give it to you than to that old +bat," said the innkeeper, closing the stable door +and pushing in the bolt. "Of course, he catches +lots of mice, but at the same time I don't like +him."</p> + +<p>"So you like me better?" said Puss.</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll wait and see," said the innkeeper. +"In the meantime, come in." And he opened +the door and led Puss into the kitchen.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE ROBBER FAIRIES</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +"COCKS crow in the morn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">To tell us to rise,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And he who lies late</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will never be wise;</span><br /> +<br /> +"For early to bed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And early to rise</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Is the way to be healthy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And wealthy and wise."</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Well, I haven't been to bed at all," said +Puss. "I was held up in the forest."</p> + +<p>"What!" exclaimed the innkeeper. "I had +no idea there were robbers about."</p> + +<p>"There were no robbers, my good host," said +Puss. "You would hardly believe me if I were +to relate what actually happened."</p> + +<p>"Tell me," said the innkeeper, "while I fry +the bacon."</p> + +<p>So Puss explained how the fairies had made +him captive, although he feared that the good +man would doubt the truth of the story. But, +instead, the innkeeper said:</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;"> +<img src="images/gs05.png" width="391" height="500" alt="Puss and the Innkeeper" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"'Tis not the first time, my good Sir Cat,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +that I have heard of travelers being held up in +yonder woods by the fairies. Indeed, they take +a mischievous pleasure in waylaying us mortals +after sundown."</p> + +<p>"Indeed!" said Puss. "Hereafter I shall take +great pains to avoid the forest after dark. I had +a narrow escape."</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon the innkeeper placed the food +upon the table and he and Puss sat down to eat. +But, oh, dear me! they had hardly commenced +when they heard a great commotion in the barnyard. +Puss rushed to the door just in time to see +his Good Gray Horse gallop out of the stable +yard with more than a hundred fairies on his +back, who drove sharp little thorns into his sides +and blew tiny horns in his ears.</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" screamed Puss, rushing out-of-doors. +The Good Gray Horse, terrified by the cries of +the fairies as well as excited by the stings and +blows, paid no attention to the voice of his small +master, but dashed out upon the highway, and +in a few minutes disappeared down the hill.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do?" cried Puss, in dismay.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> +<h2>BICYCLE PUSS</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"IF I had a horse in the stable I'd lend him to +you," said the kind-hearted innkeeper.</div> + +<p>"Have you an automobile?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Not yet," replied the innkeeper. "But I +have a bicycle which I will lend you."</p> + +<p>It took Puss but a moment to mount, and then +off he went to catch his Good Gray Horse, who, +you remember in the last story, had been stolen +by the fairies.</p> + +<p>But, oh, dear me! although it was early morning +it seemed as if everybody was up and out for +a walk. First, an old rooster stood right in the +middle of the road and crowed:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Cock-a-doodle do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Your horse has lost a shoe."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Where is it?" asked Puss, stopping as quickly +as he could, while the good-natured rooster +hopped into the long grass and picked it up.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Puss, hanging the shoe +over his handlebar and setting off once more.</p> + +<p>But, oh, dear me! again, he had gone but a short<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +distance when a curly-tailed pig got right in his +way, and of course Puss had to slow up.</p> + +<p>"If you're looking for a runaway horse, you'd +better take the lane to your right," said the pig, +with a grunt and a twist of his curly tail.</p> + +<p>So Puss set off again. But, oh, dear me! for the +third time, just in front of him was a big, fat +cow who had to walk very carefully not to touch +the fence rails on either side of her. Puss rang +his bell, but she paid no attention to him whatever. +She kept right on, swinging her tail from +side to side to brush off the flies. And maybe +Puss never would have passed her if she hadn't +all of a sudden, with a loud moo, trotted into a +meadow spread over with butter-cups.</p> + +<p>Well, after a little way, Puss almost ran into +a big load of hay, and if the farmer had kept on +going down the road instead of turning into a +gate, I guess Puss would have never caught +up with his Good Gray Horse.</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" said Puss, when the road was +clear, "I must make up for lost time." But +just then a big black crow, who was sitting on a +fence post, called out:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Where are you going so fast, Sir Cat?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Look out, or the wind will blow off your hat."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>And he flew off the fence and settled on the +handlebar.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, don't worry! You'll get him, all right," +said the crow when Puss told him what a hard +time he was having to overtake his Good Gray +Horse. "I saw him go by a few minutes ago. +He looked pretty tired." And then the old black +bird flew away to tell Mrs. Crow that he had +seen a pussy cat in boots riding a bicycle.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> +<h2>PUSS RECOVERS HIS STEED</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble!"</span><br /> +The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went hobble, hobble, hobble!</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Goodness me!" exclaimed Puss, Junior, as he +mounted the bicycle which the kind owner of the +Willow Tree Inn had lent him, "I can't understand +a word the girl says. I asked her if she +had seen my Good Gray Horse and she answers, +'Gobble, gobble, gobble!'" And then little Puss +gave a great sigh, for it's pretty hard luck to have +your horse stolen while asleep in a strange inn, +although it's mighty lucky to have the innkeeper +lend you his bicycle.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while and many a mile, the road +began to wind up a hill, so Puss got off and pushed +his wheel ahead until by and by he met a little +old man. He held a stick in both hands, on +which he leaned as he hobbled along.</p> + +<p>"Did you see a runaway horse?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"I did, indeed, my good Sir Cat," answered the +hobble-hobble man. "He went by but a few<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +minutes ago. There were fairies on his back. I +thought at first I must be dreaming, till I remembered +once before in my life seeing a swarm +of fairies, if I might use the word, from yonder +forest in hot pursuit for a bold robber who had +waylaid a traveler."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;"> +<img src="images/gs06.png" width="353" height="450" alt="The Hobble-Hobble Man" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Thank you," said Puss. "I must catch up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +with them, for the horse belongs to me, and this +bicycle is a poor substitute."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I should think as much," replied the +hobble-hobble man. "But how are you going +to catch him? Those forest fairies are mischievous, +and you will need to pedal fast and +furious to overtake them."</p> + +<p>"Never fear," replied Puss, stoutly. "I have a +good pair of legs." And, jumping on his bicycle, he +went up the hill at a great rate. On reaching the +top he was delighted to see his Good Gray +Horse going down the road to the valley.</p> + +<p>"Here's where I overtake them," cried Puss, +placing his feet on the coasters. "My bicycle +can go downhill faster than a horse. In a few +moments I'll again be astride my faithful steed."</p> + +<p>The dust flew out in a cloud behind him as he +swiftly coasted down the steep road. Ting-a-ling, +ting-a-ling! went his bell as he came nearer +and nearer. "Gid-ap!" cried the fairies, but the +Good Gray Horse was tired. He had gone +many miles at a gallop.</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"Gid-ap!" cried the fairies.</p> + +<p>But Puss was now close to them. Standing up +on the bicycle seat, he made a wonderful jump +and landed squarely on the saddle of his Good +Gray Horse. And then, with a scream of dismay, +the fairies flew away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<h2>GEORGY PORGY</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>NOW let me see. In the last story Puss had +taken his Good Gray Horse away from the +fairies, but didn't know what to do with the +bicycle which he had borrowed from the owner +of the Willow Tree Inn! "I can't very well ride +it and lead my horse," said Puss to himself, +"nor can I very well ride my horse and lead the +bicycle. What shall I do?"</div> + +<p>A short distance off stood a small red schoolhouse +and just then through the open door came +a merry crowd of children. All of a sudden a +little boy with a piece of plum pudding in one +hand and a piece of pie in the other ran swiftly +toward Puss.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,<br /> +Kissed the girls and made them cry.<br /> +When the boys came out to play<br /> +Georgy Porgy ran away<br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>And after him came a number of boys in hot +pursuit. "Please help me get away from these +boys!" cried Georgy Porgy.</div> + +<p>"What have you done?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I kissed the girls and made them cry,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +answered Georgy Porgy, "but it didn't hurt +them."</p> + +<p>"How do you know?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Kisses don't hurt," replied Georgy Porgy.</p> + +<p>"But if these boys ever catch me"—looking +fearfully over his shoulder—"they'll give me an +awful beating and take away my pie."</p> + +<p>"Do you know where the Willow Tree Inn +is?" asked Puss, all of a sudden.</p> + +<p>"Yes, siree—," answered Georgy.</p> + +<p>"Quick!" cried Puss. "Get on this bicycle and +take it to the innkeeper. He lent it to me."</p> + +<p>But, oh, dear me! the boys were now close at +hand and Georgy Porgy had only time enough to +give Puss the pie and pudding. "Take 'em," +he said, "I sha'n't have time to eat 'em. I +can't eat and ride at the same time!"</p> + +<p>"Go it!" shouted Puss, and, goodness me! +how that bicycle did go!</p> + +<p>"Stop! Stop!" yelled the boys.</p> + +<p>"Go it!" screamed Puss. "Don't let them +catch you!"</p> + +<p>And Georgy Porgy didn't! No, siree! Then +all of a sudden the recess bell rang, and of course +the boys had to turn back.</p> + +<p>"I think I'll be jogging along, too," said Puss +to himself. "They might throw a stone at me +for helping Georgy." And he galloped past the +schoolhouse and was soon out of sight.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> +<h2>A JOLLY GALLOP</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"WELL, well, well!" cried Puss, Junior, to +himself, as he pulled in his Good Gray +Horse after leaving the little red schoolhouse far +behind. "It was lucky for me that Georgy +Porgy happened to come my way. Otherwise, +how would I have been able to return the bicycle +to the innkeeper?" And after that he walked +his horse until he came to a stream, on the banks +of which stood an old mill. The mill pond was +rimmed with overhanging willow trees, and the +water trickled over the dam with a soft, gurgling +noise. Through the sluiceway the water ran in +a swift stream, turning the old wheel around and +around.</div> + +<p>Puss dismounted, and after his horse had taken +a drink he cropped the fresh green grass, while +Puss lay down in the shade.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Margaret wrote a letter,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sealed it with her finger,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Threw it in the dam</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For the dusty miller.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dusty was his coat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dusty was the siller,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dusty was the kiss</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From the dusty miller.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">If I had my pockets</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Full of gold and siller,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I would give it all</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To my dusty miller."</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 355px;"> +<img src="images/gs07.png" width="355" height="450" alt="Puss and the pretty girl" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Goodness me! Puss must have fallen asleep +in the shade of the old willow tree. It was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +sleepy place, and the water trickling over the dam +made one dream of silver fishes! Puss rubbed his +eyes and listened:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"If I had my pockets<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Full of gold and siller,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I would give it all</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To my dusty miller."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Would you really?" asked Puss, looking up +at a pretty girl leaning against a tree close by. +It was she who had sung this little song, you see.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me! I thought I was all alone," she +sighed.</p> + +<p>"So did I," said Puss, "until you woke me."</p> + +<p>"Were you asleep?" asked the pretty girl.</p> + +<p>"Asleep and dreaming," answered our small +hero.</p> + +<p>"So was I—I mean I was dreaming," said the +pretty girl, in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Yonder stands my Good Gray Horse. Would +you like to ride with me?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed," replied the girl, quickly. "Take +me for a jolly gallop." And the next minute she +and Puss, Junior, were racing down the road.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE RUNAWAY</h2> + +<div class='poem2'><div class='cap'> +"MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring;<br /> +Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a merry sing-song, happy let us be.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Merry have we met, and merry have we been,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Merry let us part, and merry meet again;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be."</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior, pulling in his +Good Gray Horse.</p> + +<p>"You've given me a lovely ride," said the +pretty girl. "It is more than a mile from the mill. +I live just over there," pointing to a cottage on +the hillside.</p> + +<p>"Shall I take you up to the gate?" asked Puss. +"No, I'll get off here, thank you," she replied, +"and I shall never forget how nice you've been. +I was quite unhappy before you spoke to me at +the old mill pond."</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Merry have we met, and merry have we been,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Merry let us part, and merry meet again,"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>said Puss, stretching out his paw.</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How well you remember my song!" said the +pretty girl, waving her hand to Puss as he rode +away.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 328px;"> +<img src="images/gs08.png" width="328" height="400" alt="Horse and wagon" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>He had gone but a short distance when he heard +the clatter of hoofs. Looking back, he was +startled to see a horse and wagon come tearing +down the road.</p> + +<p>"A runaway!" he exclaimed, quickly drawing +to one side. In a few minutes the frightened +horse rushed by. In the wagon was a little old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +man, clinging tightly to the reins and with great +difficulty keeping his horse in the middle of the +road. In an instant Puss set off in pursuit. +Pretty soon his Good Gray Horse drew close to +the wagon. "Don't give up!" cried Puss. +"Hold on tight!" The little old man did his +best, but by this time his horse had become +unmanageable and, turning suddenly to the +right, dashed up a steep bank. With a snap, the +harness broke and away went the frightened +animal.</p> + +<p>"Let the pesky brute go," exclaimed the old +man. "He'll get tired of running and come +home by and by."</p> + +<p>"You may have my horse," cried Puss. And +in a few minutes the harness was mended and +Puss and the little old man drove off down the +road.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<h2>HUMPTY-BUMPTY</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>HUMPTY-BUMPTY, bump! went the +wagon, as the Good Gray Horse trotted +along. "Very poor springs on this wagon," +cried Puss, his teeth knocking together as they +crossed a rough bit of road.</div> + +<p>"You are not used to farm wagons, my good +Sir Cat," the little old man replied.</p> + +<p>"You are right," said Puss.</p> + +<p>"Did you ever hear the conundrum in rhyme +about</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Thirty white horses upon a red hill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now they tramp, now they champ,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now they all stand still'?"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>asked the little old man.</div> + +<p>"No," replied Puss. "But who ever saw a red +hill?"</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the little old man, showing +how very few teeth he had to chatter. "Why, +the thirty white horses are your teeth, and the +red hill is your gums. Ha, ha!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He, he!" laughed Puss. "Gid-ap, my Good +Gray Horse. Let us rattle the thirty white +horses upon a red hill, let them tramp and champ, +but never stand still!" And away went the +wagon clattering after the Gray Horse, bumpty-bumpty, +bump!</p> + +<p>"Hold on!" cried the little old man. "If I +have but few teeth, I have old bones! Do you +wish to shake me to bits?"</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried Puss, but the Good Gray +Horse evidently thought it great fun, for on he +went at a still faster clip. The boards in the +bottom of the wagon flew up and down and the +wooden seat swayed back and forth. Up and +down, bumpty-bumpty, bump! went the little old +man.</p> + +<p>"Pull him in!" he cried. "Pull on the lines! +Don't let your horse run away!"</p> + +<p>Puss tugged at the reins, but the Good Gray +Horse had the bit between his teeth. He stuck +out his head and tail and let his feet fly. Over +the stones bumped the wagon, up on one side +and then down on the other. Poor Puss had all +he could do to keep from falling out, and the +little old man clung to the side boards and cried, +"Pull on the lines!"</p> + +<p>"I am," panted Puss, "but it doesn't do any +good."</p> + +<p>"Pull harder!" yelled the little old man.</p> + +<p>"Can't," replied Puss, now breathless from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +bumping of the wagon. "Can't pull one little +bit harder."</p> + +<p>"Turn him in yonder lane!" screamed the little +old man. "That's my lane! It leads into the +barnyard."</p> + +<p>Well, it was mighty lucky that Puss managed +to turn up the lane, and in another moment they +were racing into the yard, but before Puss could +stop him the Good Gray Horse went head first +into the haymow and headlong over the dashboard +went Puss and the little old man.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE HAYMOW</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>IT was a mighty lucky thing that the Good +Gray Horse in the last story ran into the haymow +instead of the corncrib. Well, as soon as +Puss picked himself up the Good Gray Horse +pulled his head out of the haymow. He had +gone in quite deep, for he was going at a great +rate, and it's a wonder he didn't go right through +the great mound of hay.</div> + +<p>"Whew! Miew!" cried Puss, pulling wisps of +hay out of his hair and dusting off the tops of his +red boots. "That was a pretty sudden stop!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but it turned out all right," said the little +old man. "It was about the best way to stop +your horse, methinks. It was lucky there was +hay in the way, I should say."</p> + +<p>"How could you be such a bad old thing?" +asked Puss, stroking the Good Gray Horse on the +nose. "The idea of your running away with us!"</p> + +<p>The Good Gray Horse made no reply, however. +He looked a little foolish, but, beyond +that, he seemed very much the same, except that +his collar was pushed up over his ears and his +harness twisted about his neck.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, put him in the stable," said the little +old man. "We'll give him a good bed and some +oats. My own horse may show up some time +this evening—that is, if he ever gets tired of +running."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 367px;"> +<img src="images/gs09.png" width="367" height="475" alt="Into the Hay Mow" title="" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> + +<p>After the Good Gray Horse was made comfortable +the little old man led Puss, Junior, into +the house.</p> + +<p>"Mother," he called out, as he opened the door, +"here is a visitor for you."</p> + +<p>A queer little old woman arose from her +rocking chair and came forward. "What! a +cat!" she exclaimed, throwing up her hands in +dismay. "John, you know I don't like cats!"</p> + +<p>"Then, madam," said Puss, Junior, politely, +"I'll not trespass on your hospitality," and he +turned to leave.</p> + +<p>"Not so, not so!" cried the little old man. +"Mother, you don't understand what has happened. +This noble cat has done me a good turn. +My old mare ran away and he kindly hitched up +his Good Gray Horse to my wagon and brought +me home."</p> + +<p>"Ah," said the little old man's wife, "that's +another story. This cat is no ordinary cat. +Let him make himself comfortable while I go +and see about supper."</p> + +<p>But Puss still hesitated.</p> + +<p>"You are indeed welcome," said the little old +woman, peering over her glasses to get a good +look at him; "you shall stay and rest yourself, +for you have helped my good man, and whoever +does my man a good turn shall never go +unrewarded."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAUFFEUR TAFFY</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"HIGH-HO, how the winds blow!" exclaimed +little Puss, Junior, as he rode along on his +Good Gray Horse toward the castle of my Lord +Carabas to see his dear father, Puss in Boots.</div> + +<p>But New Mother Goose Land is a big country +and Puss did not realize how long a journey it +was. You see, he had been seeking adventures +for so long and had traveled so far—sometimes on +the back of his good friend, Goosey Goosey +Gander, sometimes in the airship whose captain +was a downy goose and the sailors four and +twenty doves, and then, again, on broomsticks +and umbrellas and baskets that flew in the air +with their old women owners—that now, once +more astride of his Good Gray Horse who had +carried him many a mile in Old Mother Goose +Land he felt he would soon be with his father.</p> + +<p>Well, as Puss rode along he came to a bend in +the road where an automobile stood. It had +evidently broken down, for the chauffeur was +tinkering with the machinery.</p> + +<p>All of a sudden a blackbird perched herself on +the fence along the road and began to sing:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Taffy was a chauffeur, Taffy was a loafer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Taffy broke a tire everywhere he went.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">His master soon grew tired, Taffy he was fired;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Taffy he was fired without another cent.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Taffy came to master's house; master wasn't in.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Taffy made an awful row, kicked up such a din.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He blew on his auto horn, blew with all his might;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Everyone but Taffy ran away in fright."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Whoa there!" cried Puss, Junior, and the +blackbird must have thought it was meant for +her, for she stopped her song and looked at our +small hero. And of course the Good Gray +Horse stopped, and Taffy—well, he crawled +out from under the automobile and scowled at +the blackbird. And this made Puss, Junior, +laugh, and the Good Gray Horse cough and the +blackbird snicker, all of which made Taffy very +red in the face.</p> + +<p>"Tell-tale-tit, your tongue shall be slit," he +cried, but the blackbird clapped her wings and +flew away. And after that Puss, Junior, said +gid-ap to his horse and rode off, leaving Taffy +to finish mending his automobile. And after a +little while the blackbird came back and settled +herself on the head of the Good Gray Horse.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" she said.</p> + +<p>"To visit my father, Puss in Boots," replied +our little hero.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> +<h2>THREE LITTLE KITTENS</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THREE little kittens lost their mittens<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they began to cry,</span><br /> +"Oh, mother dear, we very much fear<br /> +That we have lost our mittens."<br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"I'll help you find them," cried Puss, Junior, +looking in through the door of a little green +house.</p> + +<p>"Will you?" said a little tabby cat.</p> + +<p>"I think we lost them by the woodpile," said +a little gray kitten.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps we dropped them while playing +hide and go seek," said a cute black kitty.</p> + +<p>"Come on, my little pussyfoots," cried Puss, +Junior, with a grin. "I'm pretty good at finding +things—except people—I can't find my dear +father."</p> + +<p>"How did you lose him?" asked the first little +kitty, as they all ran out into the back yard.</p> + +<p>"I don't know any more than you know how +you lost your mittens," replied Puss, Junior, +with a laugh.</p> + +<p>"If you find our mittens we'll help you find +your father," cried the three little kittens. But,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +hunt as they might, no mittens were to be found. +Under the woodpile and back of the old well, +behind the woodshed and under the grape arbor, +they hunted, but in vain.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 367px;"> +<img src="images/gs10.png" width="367" height="475" alt="Puss and Mittens" title="" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You naughty kittens! Lost your mittens! +Then you shall have no pie!"</p> + +<p>"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."</p> + +<p>"No, you shall have no pie."</p> + +<p>"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."</p> + +<p>"Have you looked in the barn?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"No," cried the three little kittens.</p> + +<p>"Well, that's a good place to look if you've +been playing there," suggested Puss. So they all +ran out to the barn. But just as they entered +the big door a little mouse scurried into a hole +and a big gray rat ran into the corn bin.</p> + +<p>"Look here, little mouse, if you'll tell us whether +you've seen any mittens we won't hurt you," cried +Puss. But the little mouse didn't reply.</p> + +<p>"My dear Mr. Rat," said Puss, Junior, speaking +into a crack of the corn bin, "if you'll tell us +whether you have seen any mittens we'll promise +not to touch you." But the rat didn't answer.</p> + +<p>"They're afraid of you," said the little black +kitty.</p> + +<p>"Then you ask them," whispered Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"Did you see our mittens?" whispered the +black kitty to the little mouse.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied a squeaky voice. "I saw some +mittens in the tool closet." Then the little black +kitty ran over to the tool closet, and pretty soon +he came dancing out on his two hind legs. +"Here they are! Here they are!" he cried, with a +happy purr.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> +<h2>MR. RAT</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THE three little kittens found their mittens,<br /> +And they began to cry,<br /> +"Oh, mother dear, see here, see here!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">See, we have found our mittens."</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Thank you," said the black kitty, as the +little mouse peeped out of her house, "thank +you very much for telling us where our mittens +were."</p> + +<p>"We promise never to hurt you," cried the +three little kittens.</p> + +<p>Puss, Junior, walked over to the corn bin. +"Look here, Mr. Rat," he said, in a gruff voice, +"as long as you were so mean not to tell us where +the mittens were, I won't promise not to catch +you."</p> + +<p>"You'd better wait till you get the chance," +replied the rat, looking down from the top of the +bin.</p> + +<p>"Just wait till we grow up, Mr. Rat," said +the three little kittens, looking very fierce with +their whiskers standing out straight from their +little fat cheeks and their tails twice their +natural size. "You had better not be too sure +of yourself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +"For many a rat who has spoken like that<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Has been caught when he least was aware.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">So you'd better look out what you are about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For we are three kittens who dare."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"That's the way to talk to him," said Puss, +Junior, admiringly. "We'll scare him to death, +anyway."</p> + +<p>"No, you won't," said the rat. "You don't +know who I am. I'm the rat 'that ate the malt +that lay in the house that Jack built.'"</p> + +<p>"Oh, you are, are you?" said Puss. "Well, +what are you doing here?"</p> + +<p>"Making a visit," replied the rat.</p> + +<p>"Look out," advised Puss, "or you may not +find it a pleasant one."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" replied the rat with a loud +laugh. "Who's afraid of three little kittens? +They can't even find their mittens." Before +he had time to say another word Puss, Junior, +sprang on top of the corn bin. Away went the +rat, over the barn floor, out through the open +door, down the path to the road. Puss, Junior, +kicked off his red-topped boots and went after +him.</p> + +<p>"Go it, Puss, dear!" screamed three little +kittens. "Catch him!"</p> + +<p>The ground was covered with a light fall of +snow, but this made no difference to Puss, +Junior. He was a big, strong, healthy cat, and +he didn't mind running barefoot in the snow.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +This was not the case with Mr. Rat, however. +Very soon his feet became so cold that he could +hardly run, and before he reached the gate Puss +pounced upon him.</p> + +<p>"Look here," said Puss, fiercely, holding him +down on the frozen ground—"look here, Mr. Rat, +we don't want you around here any longer. Do +you understand?"</p> + +<p>"I'll promise to go back to Jack's house if +you'll let me up."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Puss. "Now go!" And +away went the frightened rat.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> +<h2>A BIG TUMBLE</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +"PUT on your mittens, you silly kittens,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And you shall have some pie.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."</span><br /> +"Oh, let us have the pie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Mrs. Cat stood in the doorway of her little +house and again she called out, "Put on +your mittens, you silly kittens."</p> + +<p>"And I'll pull on my boots," said Puss, +Junior, running back to the barn. "My toes +are almost frozen."</p> + +<p>"Has the horrid old rat really gone?" asked the +three little kittens.</p> + +<p>"He has," replied Puss. "Didn't you see me +catch him just before he reached the gate?"</p> + +<p>"There was so much snow flying about that +we couldn't see very well," said the gray kitten.</p> + +<p>"Well, I caught him, all right," replied Puss, +pulling on his boots, "but he begged me so hard +to let him go that I did. He promised he'd never +come back."</p> + +<p>"If he really is the 'rat that ate the malt that +lay in the house that Jack built' I don't believe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +Jack will be very glad to see him," said the little +tabby cat, pulling on her mittens.</p> + +<p>"My paws are almost frozen," cried the little +gray kitten. "I'm so glad we have found our +mittens."</p> + +<p>"Good-by, mousie," cried the little black +kitten, going up to the mouse hole and peeping +in. "We all thank you very much for telling us +where our mittens were. We're going into the +house now, for mother has some pie for us. +We'll bring you out a little piece of crust in a +few minutes."</p> + +<p>"Don't forget!" she answered, peeping out of +her hole. "Bring us three pieces, for I have two +little children who are very fond of pie crust."</p> + +<p>"You be sure to save a little piece of crust," +said the black kitty to the tabby kit, "and you, +too," he said, turning to the gray kitten; "then +we'll have three pieces!"</p> + +<p>"Let's close the barn door," said Puss, before +they started off for the house. "The little mouse +may freeze if we leave it open."</p> + +<p>It was a very big barn door that ran on little +iron wheels, and it wasn't easy to move. "Push!" +cried Puss, bracing his feet against the side of the +barn.</p> + +<p>"We can't push any harder," cried the three +little kittens.</p> + +<p>"Try again," said Puss. "Now, all together, +heave ho, heave ho!" The big door began to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +move. "Push!" cried Puss. "It's beginning to +move."</p> + +<p>The three little kittens did their best, and +pretty soon the little wheels went round and +round, faster and faster, until all of a sudden the +big door bumped into the other end of the doorway, +sending Puss, Junior, and the three little +kittens head over heels into the snow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> +<h2>HUNGRY KITTENS</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"GOODNESS, what a bump!" cried the +little black kitty, wiping the snow from +his eyes.</div> + +<p>"Gracious! what a bump!" said Puss, scrambling +up from the ground. "I think I felt it +more than the old barn door, for I was underneath, +you see, and you were piled on top of +me."</p> + +<p>The three little kittens felt very sorry and +commenced to brush the snowflakes from his +fur coat. "There's snow in your boot legs," +said the little gray kitten, standing on tiptoe +and looking down Puss, Junior's, boots. "Don't +you feel it? I should think it would make you +shiver."</p> + +<p>"I'll soon find out," said Puss, pulling them +off and turning them upside down.</p> + +<p>"Are they wet inside?" asked the tabby kitten, +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Not very," said Puss, squinting up one eye +and peering in.</p> + +<p>"If they are," said the little black kitten, +"mother will dry them for you at the fire."</p> + +<p>Then:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +The three little kittens put on their mittens,<br /> +And soon ate up the pie.<br /> +"Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear<br /> +That we have soiled our mittens."<br /> +</div> + +<p>While Puss was busy placing his boots before +the kitchen stove the three little kittens seated +themselves at the table.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 269px;"> +<img src="images/gs11.png" width="269" height="350" alt="Puss shaking out his boot" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Why don't you take off your mittens?" Puss +asked. "I guess you're so hungry you can't +wait," he added with a laugh.</p> + +<p>It took but a short time for his boots to dry, +for there was a big, blazing fire in the stove.</p> + +<p>"Don't you want something to eat?" asked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +Mrs. Cat, coming over to Puss. "You have +very pretty boots," she continued, lifting up one +and looking at it with much admiration.</p> + +<p>"Yes, they are nice boots," said Puss, Junior. +"They were made for my famous father, Puss in +Boots. Mr. Solomon Grundy, who was born on +a Monday, made them years ago for my father. +And one day, it was only last week, when I +stopped at his store, I saw a notice in his window +that he had died on Saturday and was buried +on Sunday, and that was the end of Solomon +Grundy."</p> + +<p>"Too bad," said Mrs. Cat.</p> + +<p>"When I went into the store," continued Puss, +"Mrs. Grundy took them down from a shelf +and sold them to me. Then she went across the +street to ask an old friend where my father lived, +but she couldn't find out—her friend didn't know +or couldn't remember—so here I am, still searching +for my daddy."</p> + +<p>"Too bad," said Mrs. Cat again. "I'm really +very sorry. But do not give up hope, for you +will find him I am sure."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> +<h2>KITTENS WASH MITTENS</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>AFTER Mrs. Cat had powdered Puss, Junior's, +toes so that they would slip easily into his +boots she turned to see what the three little +kittens were doing. They had just finished eating +the pie. She had been so interested in hearing +how Puss, Junior, had found his red-top +boots that she hadn't heard them say:</div> + +<div class='poem'> +"Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That we have soiled our mittens."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"What!" exclaimed Mrs. Cat. "Soiled your +mittens, you naughty kittens!"</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Then they began to sigh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow."</span><br /> +Then they began to sigh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Take them off at once," cried Mrs. Cat.</p> + +<p>"We will, mother," said the three little kittens.</p> + +<p>"I can't imagine why you kept them on," said +Mrs. Cat.</p> + +<p>"We were so hungry we didn't have time to +take them off," said the little black kitten.</p> + +<p>"My fingers were so cold I thought I'd leave +them on," cried the tabby kitten.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I didn't think about anything," sobbed the +little gray kitten. "I just looked at the pie, and +then I forgot I had on mittens."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 334px;"> +<img src="images/gs12.png" width="334" height="400" alt="Mrs. Cat" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Mrs. Cat stood with her front paws on her +hips, looking first from one little kitten to +another.</p> + +<p>"Did you ever see anything like children?" she +sighed, turning to Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"My dear madam, forgive them this once.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +They were so excited over finding the pie that +they lost their heads."</p> + +<p>"It's a good thing they are tied on," said +Mrs. Cat, with a laugh; "they might not be +found as easily as the mittens."</p> + +<p>The three little kittens looked very much +ashamed. Then the little black kitten ran over +to the washtubs and, jumping on a stool, turned +the hot-water faucet. His mother handed him a +big cake of soap, and in another minute the +other two little kittens climbed up beside him.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" asked Mrs. +Cat, with a sly wink at Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, mother, dear. Please don't +look." And they commenced to scrub their +mittens. And when they had them all covered +with lather they dipped them into the water and +squeezed them until the soapsuds looked like a +snow drift, and after that they all reached down +and pulled out the stopper, and when the soapy +water was all gone they filled the tub again +with nice, clean water and washed the mittens +all over again. But, oh, dear me! the water was +so deep that the little gray kitten wet her little +pink sleeve.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> +<h2>PIE FOR MRS. MOUSE</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THE three little kittens washed their mittens<br /> +And hung them up to dry.<br /> +"Oh, mother dear, do you not hear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That we have washed our mittens?"</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Sure enough, all the mittens were washed and +neatly hung on the clothesline. But the clothesline +was so high that Puss had been forced to +climb a stepladder. The kittens had stood below, +their little paws full of clothespins, and +every time Puss needed a pin one of them had +climbed up and handed it to him.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Washed your mittens! Oh, you're good kittens.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But I smell a rat close by.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Hush! Hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">We smell a rat close by,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>cried Mrs. Cat.</div> + +<p>When Puss heard this he ran around the house. +I guess he expected to find the "rat that ate the +malt that lay in the house that Jack built." +But Mrs. Cat had made a mistake, for there was +no rat to be seen. Instead, there stood the little +mouse who two or three stories ago had told the +black kitty where to find their mittens.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What do you want?" asked Puss, Junior, +kindly.</p> + +<p>"I think the three little kittens have forgotten +their promise to give me three pieces of pie. +I've been waiting in the barn all this time."</p> + +<p>"Kittens!" cried Puss.</p> + +<p>The three little kittens came tumbling around +the house. But the little mouse ran behind a tree.</p> + +<p>"Did you forget to save some pie crust for the +little mouse and her two children?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Of course not!" replied the three kittens.</p> + +<p>"I tucked a little piece under my plate," said +the gray kitten.</p> + +<p>"I put a little piece in the old clock," said the +tabby kitten.</p> + +<p>"And I put mine behind the big shell on the +mantelpiece," cried the black kitty.</p> + +<p>"Go and get them," said Puss, "for Mrs. +Mouse can't be kept waiting; her babies out in +the barn will be crying for her."</p> + +<p>The three little kittens ran into the house, and +pretty soon returned with the pie crust.</p> + +<p>"We'll carry it out to the barn for you," they +cried.</p> + +<p>So the little mouse ran ahead, and when she +was safe in the barn she waited until the kittens +had placed the three little pieces of pie crust on +the floor. As soon as they had gone the little +mouse came out and carried the pie crust into +her house.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> +<h2>SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +SING a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'sing'">song</ins> of sixpence,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pocketful of rye,</span><br /> +Four and twenty blackbirds<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baked in a pie.</span><br /> +<br /> +When the pie was opened<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds began to sing.</span><br /> +Wasn't that a dainty dish<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To set before the king?</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Well, when little Puss, Junior, heard those +blackbirds singing he halted before the castle +and knocked on the gate.</p> + +<p>"You must have a thousand canaries."</p> + +<p>"Canaries nothing," replied the old retainer. +"The King's twenty-four blackbirds are singing."</p> + +<p>But, goodness, gracious me! all of a sudden +something happened. And it was even worse +than when the raven cried, "Croak!" and the +farmer's mare fell down and broke her knee. +For just then, while</p> + +<div class='poem'> +The maid was in the garden<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging out the clothes,</span><br /> +Down came a blackbird<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And snapped off her nose.</span><br /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 387px;"> +<img src="images/gs13.png" width="387" height="500" alt="Pretty maid" title="" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>Perhaps he was angry because he hadn't been +invited to sing for the King. I'm sure I don't +know, but, anyway, he was a mighty mean bird, +let me tell you.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried the poor maid, +and she sat down on a garden bench and began +to weep. Just then the four and twenty blackbirds +jumped out of the pie and flew into the garden +to look for that naughty bird. But they +couldn't find him. Oh, dear, no! He was far +away by that time, maybe at the North Pole of +Mother Goose Land, which they tell me is a +frosted stick of sugar candy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what shall I do?" sobbed the maid, still +holding her poor nose in her hands.</p> + +<p>"You had better call in the doctor," suggested +Puss.</p> + +<p>"He lives a good two miles from here," said the +old retainer, "and our telephone is out of order."</p> + +<p>"I'll go fetch him," said Puss. "Dry your +eyes, pretty maid!" And, jumping on his Good +Gray Horse, he galloped away. And the four +and twenty blackbirds flew after him so that in +case the naughty blackbird came back to nip +little Puss, Junior's, nose they would be there to +protect him.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<h2>DOCTOR FOSTER</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +DOCTOR FOSTER went to Glo'ster<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a shower of rain;</span><br /> +He stepped in a puddle up to his middle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never went there again.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Which was a mighty lucky thing, for, goodness +knows, perhaps the poor maid never would have +had her nose mended if Puss hadn't found the +good doctor at home.</p> + +<p>Well, as soon as he learned what was the matter, +he jumped up behind Puss, and the Good +Gray Horse kicked out his heels and galloped +away, and the four and twenty blackbirds trailed +after them, and pretty soon, not so very long, +they came to the Blackbird-pie Castle. There sat +the poor maid in the garden, still holding her nose +in her hand.</p> + +<p>"Let's see it," said the doctor, opening his +little black bag and taking out medicine and +bandages.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid it's half gone," sobbed the maid, +"I don't want to look at it."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 394px;"> +<img src="images/gs14.png" width="394" height="500" alt="Dr. Foster binding up the Maid's nose" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"But I do," said the doctor. "Otherwise, +how can I mend it?" And I guess he was right, +for he was the most famous doctor in all Mother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +Goose Land. Well, as soon as she took away +her hand he said:</p> + +<p>"It's not as bad as it might be. It still looks +like a nose!"</p> + +<p>"Does it?" she sobbed.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," said the doctor, turning to Puss and +the old retainer. "You'll hardly know the +blackbird touched it after I get through."</p> + +<p>"Maybe he only pinched it," said Puss.</p> + +<p>"Or only tweaked it," said the old retainer.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he thought it was a cherry," laughed +the doctor, putting on some powder.</p> + +<p>And then the maid began to smile. "It feels +much better already," she said.</p> + +<p>"Well it's always a good thing to call in the +doctor," said the learned man. "You never can +tell what may happen," and, picking up his little +black bag, he held out his hand. "Two shillings, +please!"</p> + +<p>"Mercy me!" she cried. "I haven't had my +wages for this month."</p> + +<p>"What did you do with last month's?" asked +the doctor, but before she could reply one of +the four and twenty blackbirds dropped a gold +piece in his hand. I guess he felt dreadfully +ashamed to think that one of his brothers had +pinched a pretty girl's nose.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> +<h2>A MISCOUNT</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THE King was in his counting-house,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Counting out his money;</span><br /> +The Queen was in the parlor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating bread and honey.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>And now let us see where little Puss, Junior, +was. Oh yes, I remember now. He was in the +garden of the Blackbird-pie Castle, where the +poor maid's nose had been nipped by a naughty, +bad blackbird. Well, after the good Doctor had +gone, the old retainer took Puss to see the King, +who was so busy counting his money that he +didn't even look up.</p> + +<p>"Your Worship," began the retainer.</p> + +<p>"What do you want?" asked the King, angrily. +"I've just counted up to three trillion two hundred +and thirty-seven billion, nine hundred and forty-eight +million, seven hundred and fifteen thousand, +four hundred and—and—now you've gone +and made me miss, and I'll have to count all +over again."</p> + +<p>"Start off at four hundred. A few sovereigns +less won't matter to a king," said little Puss, +Junior.</p> + +<p>"I'm not so sure about that," replied His<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +Majesty, taking off his crown and scratching his +head. "One likes to be right as well as King!"</p> + +<p>"Nobody said, my lord!" cried the old retainer. +"But consider your health. Let's take +this wise cat's suggestion and quit for the time +being."</p> + +<p>"All right," said the King. "Let's go find the +Queen."</p> + +<p>She was in the parlor eating bread and honey. +"How do you do, my dear Puss, Junior?" she +cried.</p> + +<p>"I am very well, thank Your Majesty," he +replied.</p> + +<p>"I have just heard what valuable assistance +you have rendered our court," continued the +Queen.</p> + +<p>Puss would have blushed had not his cheeks +been covered with whiskers.</p> + +<p>"I did but do my duty, Your Majesty," he +replied.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked the King.</p> + +<p>"Did you not hear, my lord?" cried the +Queen. "Our maid had her nose bitten by a +naughty blackbird, and our little friend here +quickly fetched the Doctor, bringing him on his +Good Gray Horse in short time."</p> + +<p>"Indeed!" exclaimed His Majesty. "I will +reward him. He shall have a castle and a +retinue."</p> + +<p>"Your Royal Highness," exclaimed Puss,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +Junior, "I am overwhelmed with your generosity, +but I needs must decline your offer. For until +I find my father, the famous Puss in Boots, I +may not rest upon my journey except for sleep +and refreshment."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 314px;"> +<img src="images/gs15.png" width="314" height="400" alt="Puss kissing the Queen's hand" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Zounds!" exclaimed the King. "You are a +gallant cat. Would that all my subjects were as +faithful to their duty as you are! But," he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +added, with a smile, "you shall rest here for the +night, for a good dinner and a sound sleep will +make you travel the faster on the morrow."</p> + +<p>The Queen by this time had finished her bread +and honey.</p> + +<p>"Come out on the terrace," she suggested, "for +it is cool and pleasant there, and the flowers are +very beautiful. I would show Sir Cat our +flower garden."</p> + +<p>The King, therefore, gave his arm to the Queen +and Puss gallantly held up her train, the three +walking slowly out upon the broad terrace. The +sun was quite low in the sky, for it was late in +the afternoon. The big hills to the westward +seemed to hold up the sky, and Puss wondered +whether the jolly old sun would not bump himself +as he slid down over the edge of the world.</p> + +<p>"Come, Puss dear, take my hand," said the +Queen. She then went over and sat down on a +marble bench. Picking up Puss, she held him in +her arms and commenced to sing, and presently +he fell fast asleep. The Queen looked up at the +King and said, "Is he not a dear little cat?" and +the King for answer took from his purse several +gold pieces and tucked them away in Puss, +Junior's, pocket.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> +<h2>PLUM PUDDING STORY</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>WHEN Puss, Junior, awoke from his nap +he was surprised to find himself in the +Queen's lap. It was growing dark and for a +moment he wondered where he was. "Don't +ask where you are, my dear Puss," laughed the +Queen, "for you are safe and well."</div> + +<p>"Your Majesty," said Puss, rubbing his eyes, +"I was also very comfortable. Pardon me for +dropping off to sleep in your presence."</p> + +<p>Just then a page appeared and announced that +dinner was served. The King arose and offered +his arm to the Queen, Puss following quietly +after. As he stepped down the great stairway +to the royal dining room he heard some one singing +in a deep voice:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"When good King Arthur ruled this land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He was a goodly King;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He stole three pecks of barley meal</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To make a bag pudding.</span><br /> +<br /> +"A bag pudding the King did make<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And stuffed it well with plums,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And in it put great lumps of fat</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As big as my two thumbs.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The King and Queen did eat thereof,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And noblemen beside;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And what they could not eat that night</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Queen next morning fried."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Plum pudding!" said Puss to himself. "That +sounds pretty nice," and he followed the King +and Queen into the great dining hall. Many +noblemen were present and the table was a most +gorgeous affair. Silver tankards and wonderful +gold dishes gleamed in the candlelight. Puss +was very much impressed and behaved beautifully. +And when the plum pudding came on the +table the same deep voice began to sing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"And what they could not eat that night<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Queen next morning fried."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Puss," said the Queen in a whisper, "let's +finish the pudding between us! I know you'd +like some more, and so would I. Moreover," +she added in a still lower whisper, "I don't +intend getting up early to-morrow morning to +fry what's left over—so let us finish it to-night."</p> + +<p>Presently the court fool came running in, his +fool's cap all ajingle with bells. He capered +about, swinging up and down a little stick which +was also covered with tiny bells. These were +silver, and the ones in his cap were of gold, so +that the sound was very sweet.</p> + +<p>The next morning Puss mounted his Good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +Gray Horse and rode away, and after a while he +came to a great mound of earth in which was a +little wooden door on leather hinges.</p> + +<p>"What sort of a house is this?" thought Puss. +And then, as if in answer to his question, the door +opened and there stood a big brown bear dressed +in a fur overcoat. And, oh, dear me! at first Puss +was startled, and the Good Gray Horse reared +on his hind legs. But the big brown bear didn't +growl. Not even a little bit. He just smiled +as only a brown bear can, and said:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"If you have money<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I'll sell you some honey."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>So Puss jumped down and followed the bear into +his hill house, for Puss was curious to see what +kind of a home this big, smiling brown bear had, +you see.</p> + +<p>Well, I want you to know it was a mighty +nice sort of a place. There was a big fireplace +with great immense crackling logs, and over it, +on the mantelpiece, were two beautiful carved +candlesticks made from deers' horns, and a +cuckoo clock. And just then out came the little +cuckoo herself and began to sing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2>"ONE I LOVE, TWO I LOVE"</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +ONE, I love; two, I love;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three, I love, I say;</span><br /> +Four, I love with all my heart;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five, I cast away.</span><br /> +Six, he loves; seven, she loves;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eight, both love.</span><br /> +Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;<br /> +Eleven, he courts, and twelve, he marries.<br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>On a big stone by the wayside sat a little boy +and girl. She held a daisy in her hand, from +which she slowly picked off the petals as she +counted:</p> + +<p>"One, I love; two I love."</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"Three, I love, I say."</p> + +<p>Both the children looked up. "What a +dandy cat," cried the little girl, "and what a +beautiful horse."</p> + +<p>"Give us a ride?" asked the little boy.</p> + +<p>"Do you know how to ride?" asked Puss, +with a grin.</p> + +<p>"I can ride my rocking horse ever so fast," the +little boy replied.</p> + +<p>"So can I," said the little girl.</p> + +<p>"Stand on the stone," said Puss. "I'll ride +up close, and then you both can climb up behind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +me. Easy there!" cried Puss, guiding the +Good Gray Horse up to the children, who stood +close together on the big high stone. "Now +climb up behind me," and in a minute the two +children had scrambled on to the saddle. "Gid-ap!" +and off went the Good Gray Horse on a +canter.</p> + +<p>"Isn't this great?" cried the little boy.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it lovely?" said the little girl.</p> + +<p>"One, I love; two, I love; three, I love, I +say; four, I love with all my heart," sang Puss. +"There are just four of us. You two and my +Good Gray Horse and I."</p> + +<p>"But that isn't the way," said the little girl. +"You must count the petals!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, is that so?" asked Puss. "I like my +way just the same."</p> + +<p>"So do I," said the little boy. "All four of us +are pretty good chums already."</p> + +<p>And the Good Gray Horse whinnied, as much +as to say: "I'm a good friend. See what I'm +doing—carrying you all so nicely on my big, +broad back?"</p> + +<p>"That settles it," said Puss. "My Good Gray +Horse likes it that way."</p> + +<p>"There's our house over there," cried the little +girl. "We'd better get off here."</p> + +<p>"All right," and Puss helped them down. +"Good-by, good-by," and then the two children +ran up the path to tell mother all about it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LITTLE JENNY WREN</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +AS little Jenny Wren,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was sitting by her shed</span><br /> +She waggled with her tail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She nodded with her head.</span><br /> +She waggled with her tail<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nodded with her head,</span><br /> +As little Jennie Wren<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was sitting by her shed.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"May I put up my Good Gray Horse for the +night?" asked Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"You may, my good Sir Cat," replied the +little bird. "Hay you will find for his supper, +and straw for his bedding."</p> + +<p>So Puss, Junior, jumped down and led his steed +inside the big red barn and, after tying him in +the stall, he looked around for a pitchfork.</p> + +<p>"What are you looking for?" asked little +Jenny Wren.</p> + +<p>"A pitchfork, my dear," announced Puss. +"I must spread straw for my horse so that he +may rest comfortably, and bring in some hay +from the mow for his supper. My paws will not +do, so I must ask you where I may find the +pitchfork."</p> + +<p>"Here it is, my good Sir Cat. Now let me +see you use it," answered little Jenny Wren,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +flying over to the opposite side of the shed and +lighting on the handle of a large hay fork.</p> + +<p>"Now, my little Lady Wren," cried Puss, +after spreading the straw about the stall until he +had a fine bed for the horse, "show me, if you +please, the haymow, for I must give him some +hay."</p> + +<p>"I will show you the oats bin, also," said the +Wren, "and here is the measure. You must lift +this little wooden slide, but see that you don't +spill the grain on the floor."</p> + +<p>Lifting the slide ever so little, Puss held the +measure carefully under the wooden trough +until it was filled. Then he carried it over to +his horse, who neighed twice, as much as to say, +"Thank you."</p> + +<p>"And now," said Jenny Wren, "what about +yourself, my Lord Cat?"</p> + +<p>"Lord Cat!" laughed Puss. "Do lords tend +their own steeds? I fear the word Sir is even +out of place."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said little Jenny Wren, "you +have the manners of a gentleman, and that is +enough for me."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Puss.</p> + +<p>"Come, follow me," cried Jenny Wren, and +she led Puss into a pretty little cottage close by. +"Hang up your cap and place your stick behind +the door, and then wash your hands in my room. +By that time I shall have supper ready for you."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE MISCHIEVOUS RAVEN</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'humpety'">bumpety</ins>, bump!</span><br /> +With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Can you direct me to the wise man who lives +in yonder village?" asked Puss, Junior, bowing +politely to the farmer's pretty daughter.</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried the farmer to his gray mare.</p> + +<p>"Isn't he a lovely cat?" whispered his +daughter.</p> + +<p>"What did you say?" asked the farmer, looking +Puss, Junior, over from head to toe.</p> + +<p>"I merely inquired," replied Puss, haughtily, +"if you could direct me to the wise man in +yonder town?"</p> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried the farmer as the old gray +mare started off. "Whoa, there! Can't you +hear the gentleman cat addressing your master?"</p> + +<p>"Whoa, Betsy," coaxed the farmer's pretty +daughter.</p> + +<p>"Well, Sir Cat," said the farmer, as soon as the +old mare became quiet, "we have several men in +our town who think they are wise, but some of us +farmers don't quite agree with them."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> + +<p>And then, all of a sudden, something dreadful +happened.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +A raven cried croak! And they all tumbled down—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br /> +The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>And, oh, dear me, the farmer's pretty daughter +dropped the mirror from her vanity bag, and it +broke all to smithereens and she felt so unhappy +about it that she began to cry. And then:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +The mischievous raven flew laughing away—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br /> +And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Botheration!" cried the farmer, rubbing the +bump on the top of his head. "That raven is +angry because I set up a scarecrow in my cornfield."</p> + +<p>"Well, father," said his daughter, "our mare +can't take us to town. What shall we do?"</p> + +<p>"You get up behind Sir Puss and ride to +town," he replied. "I'll take the mare home. +That's the best way, I guess."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> +<h2>CANDY TOWN</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>PUSS, JUNIOR, helped the farmer's pretty +daughter into the saddle, and then away +went the Good Gray Horse to Candy Town. +Well, after maybe a mile and a laugh and smile, +Puss said, "I feel just like a Knight of the Round +Table, for I have rescued a maiden in distress." +And this made the farmer's pretty daughter +laugh till her cheeks grew red as two apples.</div> + +<p>"Well, then, I shall call you Sir Cat," she said, +and this so pleased Puss that he began to purr at a +great rate. It was great fun, he thought. And +the farmer's daughter thought it great sport, +too, I imagine, for she began to sing a little song, +and this is the way it went:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Heigh-ho, over we go,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pussy and I to town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What does he wish? A nice little fish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I a silken gown.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But where is the money to buy all that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Unless I may borrow from Sir Pussy Cat?"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Of course you may," cried Puss. "Just wait +till we get to town."</p> + +<p>And then the farmer's pretty daughter blushed +very red. "I was only in fun," she said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 428px;"> +<img src="images/gs16.png" width="428" height="500" alt="Puss and the farmer's pretty daughter" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"But I wasn't," replied Puss.</p> + +<p>"Why, have you enough money?" she asked, +giving him a hug.</p> + +<p>"Don't squeeze so tight," cried Puss. "We +may have an accident, and one is enough for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +to-day. I hope your father will get the old +gray mare home safely."</p> + +<p>"Never fear," she replied, "father will attend +to that, all right."</p> + +<p>"Here we are," said Puss, looking up at a sign-post +on which was written, "Candy Town." +"Now, where's the shop with the silken gowns?"</p> + +<p>"Over there. Don't you see it right next to +the baker's shop."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," laughed Puss, "I see it now," and +he drew rein in front of the quaint little shop +and helped the farmer's daughter to alight.</p> + +<p>"Come in with me," she said, "for I'd like to +buy what you like." And this so pleased Puss +that he made up his mind to buy any gown she +fancied, even if it were trimmed with diamonds.</p> + +<p>"Do you want that pretty blue one?" he +asked, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"How did you guess?" she answered. "You +are a wonderful cat."</p> + +<p>"And now," said Puss, when the gown was +wrapped up, "let's have a cream puff in the +baker's next door, for I'm sure you're hungry."</p> + +<p>"You're a wonderful guesser, Sir Puss," she +cried, "indeed you are, as well as a most generous +little cat."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE BRAMBLE BUSH MAN</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +THERE was a man in our town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he was wondrous wise.</span><br /> +He jumped into a bramble bush<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scratched out both his eyes.</span><br /> +And when he found his eyes were out<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He cried with grief and pain,</span><br /> +And jumped into another bush<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scratched them in again.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"That's the man I'm looking for," cried little +Puss, Junior. "I wonder where he lives. Maybe +he can tell me where to find my father."</p> + +<p>"You hold your horse while I ask the baker's +wife," said the farmer's pretty daughter.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon she came back and said: "He lives +in a little house just outside the town. It's not +far from our place."</p> + +<p>So she and Puss rode away, and she was +mighty careful, let me tell you, not to drop the +package containing the silk gown which Puss +had given her.</p> + +<p>Well, by and by they came to the wise man's +little house, surrounded by a hedge of bramble +bushes; but the wise man himself was nowhere +to be seen.</p> + +<p>"Let's go around to the barn," said the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +farmer's pretty daughter. "It's milking time, +you know." And, sure enough, there they found +him.</p> + +<p>"Are you the man who jumped into the +bramble bush?" asked Puss.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am. But let me tell you something. +They call me a wise man, but I think a man who +jumps into a bramble bush is a silly goose."</p> + +<p>And then, all of a sudden, the Bramble-bush +Man exclaimed: "Goodness me! I once knew a +cat who wore red-top boots. A good many +years ago there lived near here a miller who +had three sons. When he died he left all his +property to the two eldest, but to the youngest +only a cat. Well, this cat turned out to be a +most wonderful cat. Indeed, I heard that he +secured a magnificent castle for his young master, +as well as the hand of a lovely princess."</p> + +<p>"Where does he live?" cried Puss, in great +excitement.</p> + +<p>"That I cannot tell," replied the Bramble-bush +Man, "for I never heard where he went +after leaving here."</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me!" sighed little Puss, Junior. +"Nobody knows where my father lives." Then +he and the farmer's pretty daughter rode away, +and in the next story you shall hear what happened +at the old farmhouse.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> +<h2>DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY</h2> + +<div class='poem2'><div class='cap'> +"DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come to town<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">In a yellow petticoat and a green gown,"</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<div class='unindent'>sang the farmer's pretty daughter beneath Puss, +Junior's, window. There she stood, bending +over her flower bed, the pink strings of her +bonnet floating on the morning breeze.</div> + +<p>Puss hurriedly pulled on his boots and ran +outside. "Good morning! I see your flowers +are still in bed."</p> + +<p>"Daffy and Down and Dilly are very lazy, I +fear," laughed the farmer's pretty daughter; +"they'll never get to town to buy a new gown +if they don't hurry."</p> + +<p>"I hope they won't meet any bad crows on +their journey," replied Puss.</p> + +<p>"And I hope they won't have any bumpety +bumps!" said the farmer's pretty daughter.</p> + +<p>Just then the farmer came out of the barn +leading Puss, Junior's, Good Gray Horse.</p> + +<p>"Good-by," said Puss. "I've had a pleasant +visit." And off he rode. By and by, after a +while, he met an old crow walking along the top +of the fence. He wore a silk hat and carried a +cane, but he couldn't lean on it, for the fence +rail was so narrow, you see.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hello!" said Puss, Junior. And, goodness +me! that well-dressed crow nearly lost his +balance, he was so startled at Puss, Junior's +voice.</p> + +<p>Well, as soon as he had caught his breath, he +said:</p> + +<p>"I have just found a beautiful pearl necklace. +Do you think it belongs to the Queen of Hearts?"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 246px;"> +<img src="images/gs17.png" width="246" height="300" alt="Farmer's daughter picking flowers" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know," answered Puss. +"Suppose you come along with me and maybe +we'll find the owner."</p> + +<p>So the silk-hatted old crow sat himself down +behind Puss, and the Good Gray Horse kicked +out his heels, and away they went to the next +village, and when they reached there they +stopped before the office of the Mother Goose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +daily newspaper and asked the man who ran the +"Lost and Found" advertisements if he knew +who had lost a beautiful pearl necklace of twenty-three +pearls and a little diamond clasp?</p> + +<p>"Let me think," he said, scratching the top +of his head, which was as bald as a billiard ball. +You see, he was a bald-headed eagle, although I +forgot to mention it before.</p> + +<p>"You might inquire at a little green house +about a mile down the road. A little yellow hen +lives there who once had a coral necklace." So +Puss said gid-ap to the Good Gray Horse and +rode away, and by and by, after a while, they +came to the little green house. And when the +old crow knocked on the door it was opened by +the little yellow hen herself.</p> + +<p>"Have you lost a necklace of pearls?" he +asked, politely doffing his silk hat.</p> + +<p>"Dearie me! Let me look," she answered, +hopping back into her little house. Pretty soon +she came back with a little jewel case, which +was as empty as a Christmas stocking on the +Fourth of July.</p> + +<p>"Who could have taken it out?" she said.</p> + +<p>So the honest old crow handed over the pearl +necklace, and went inside for a cup of tea, while +Puss said good-by and rode away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> +<h2>"DONKEY, DONKEY, OLD AND GRAY"</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +"DONKEY, donkey, old and gray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Open your mouth and gently bray;</span><br /> +Lift your ears and blow your horn<br /> +To wake the world this sleepy morn,"<br /> +</div></div> + + +<div class='unindent'>sang little Puss, Junior.</div> + +<p>"I'm no rooster," replied the little donkey. +But he gave a gentle bray, just the same, and +then the Good Gray Horse neighed, and after that +a little adder crawled out of a hole in the ground +and said:</p> + +<p>"Gracious me! What's all this noise?" And +that only goes to show what a dreadful din it +must have been, for adders are deaf, so they tell +me.</p> + +<p>Well, anyhow, Puss didn't wait any longer, +but rode away, and by and by, after a while, he +met a funny little man with a sack over his back.</p> + +<p>"What have you in your bag?" asked Puss, +for he felt sorry for the little old man and meant +to give him a lift in case he had a heavy load, +you see.</p> + +<p>"What's that to you?" asked the little old +man, with a scowl. And before you could say +"Jack Robinson!" he disappeared inside a stump.</p> + +<p>Puss jumped off his Good Gray Horse and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +peeped in. But he couldn't see anything, only +a big black hole. Well, he was just going to turn +away when he heard a voice say:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Mother, I've brought you a bag of gold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For the little pink-and-white pig I sold."</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 299px;"> +<img src="images/gs18.png" width="299" height="350" alt="The Donkey" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>So Puss peeped in again, and pretty soon he +saw a tiny light way down deep, like the flicker +of a candle. And by and by, as his eyes grew +used to the darkness, he saw a flight of stairs. +Then what do you think he did? Jump into the +hollow stump and climb down? That's just<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +what he did, and it wasn't long before he found +himself in a little hall opposite a small door with +a glass knob inside of which was an electric +light, which I suppose had been put there by the +little old man in case he got home after twelve +at night and his wife had blown out the candle.</p> + +<p>All of a sudden the door opened and a little old +woman, bent and withered, asked, in a shrill +voice:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"How dare you come down to our Hollow Stump hall?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I'll cut off your whiskers, tail and all."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Please, ma'am," said little Puss, Junior, +"I won't tell anybody." And I guess he would +have climbed up the stairs then and there if he +hadn't feared she might cut off his tail when he +turned around.</p> + +<p>"Let him go, mother," said the little old man. +"He would have given me a ride on his horse on +my way home had we met sooner." But how +he knew that is more than I can tell. "Here, +Sir Cat. Take this gold piece and tell neither +man nor beast where you got it." And he +pushed Puss up the little flight of stairs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> +<h2>"TICK, TACK, TOO"</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>ONE day Puss, Junior's, Good Gray Horse +lost a shoe.</div> + +<p>"Gracious me! I must find a smithy," said +Puss, Junior, anxiously. Luckily there was a +small village near by, and pretty soon he drew +rein in front of a blacksmith shop. But, oh, +dear me! there was no one there except a small +boy.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Jack Jingle went 'prentice<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a horseshoe;</span><br /> +He wasted the iron<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it would not do.</span><br /> +<br /> +His master came in<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And began for to rail.</span><br /> +Said Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'twill still make a nail."</span><br /> +<br /> +He tried at the nail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, chancing to miss,</span><br /> +Said, "If it won't make a nail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It shall yet make a hiss."</span><br /> +<br /> +Then into the water<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threw the hot iron, smack,</span><br /> +"Hiss!" quoth the iron.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I thought so," said Jack.</span><br /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You good for nothing!" cried the blacksmith, +coming into the shop, "here's a customer at hand +and you have no shoe for his horse."</p> + +<p>"How long will it take to make one?" asked +Puss, Junior.</p> + +<p>"All day and maybe longer," said the smith—"that +is, if you depend on that clumsy lad."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 229px;"> +<img src="images/gs19.png" width="229" height="300" alt="Checking the horse's shoe" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Well, I don't want to depend on him," said +Puss, with a grin; "neither do I want to take +chances with my good horse."</p> + +<p>"Neither shall you, my Lord Cat," replied +the smith. "I will see that your horse is well +shod, for he is indeed a fine beast."</p> + +<p>"He has good legs, has he not?" asked Puss,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +running his paw down the foreleg of the big +gray horse, like a professional horseman.</p> + +<p>"He has that," said the blacksmith, "and a +fine head, too."</p> + +<p>"He's a good roadster," added Puss, seating +himself on a three-legged stool while the smith +lifted the horse's leg and held it between his +knees.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he has good feet," said the smith, +"and he shall have a fine shoe."</p> + +<div class='center'> +Here a nail, and there a nail, tick, tack, too.<br /> +</div> + +<p>As soon as the shoe was on, Puss, Junior, +mounted and rode away. But before he left he +turned to Jack and said:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Tick, tack, too; learn to make a shoe!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Some day you may turn out ten</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If you don't get blue."</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2>LULLABY BABY</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +MATTHEW, Mark, Luke, and John,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bless the bed I lie upon.</span><br /> +Four corners to my bed,<br /> +Five angels there lie spread;<br /> +Two at my head,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two at my feet,</span><br /> +One at my heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My soul to keep.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Puss, Junior, looked in at the window. On a +little white bed lay a pretty child.</p> + +<p>"Now go to sleep, my little one," softly whispered +his mother. "Snuggle down and find a +little dream—a little dream about woolly lambs +and white daisies."</p> + +<p>Then she tiptoed from the room, and no sound +was heard except her footsteps on the stairs. +Just as she looked through the open door she saw +Puss slide down the post that held up the roof +of the porch.</p> + +<p>"Don't worry, madam," he explained, politely. +"I climbed up to see if anyone were at home. +Nobody answered the doorbell. But when I saw +your little boy I kept very, very still so as not to +disturb him."</p> + +<p>"You are a good cat," she answered, with a +sigh of relief. "I'm glad you were quiet."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am very tired, madam," said Puss, "for +I have journeyed far to-day. Would it be +asking too much if I might sleep on your front +porch?"</p> + +<p>"You may sleep on a big red cushion in the +hall," she replied, "and I will also give you a bowl +of milk."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 257px;"> +<img src="images/gs20.png" width="257" height="300" alt="Puss asleep" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"May I put my Good Gray Horse in your +barn?"</p> + +<p>"Of course," she answered. "You will find +plenty of hay and oats for his supper."</p> + +<p>The Good Gray Horse followed his small master +to the stable and was soon made comfortable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +for the night. Then Puss locked the stable door +and brought the key into the house.</p> + +<p>"Hang it up on the nail behind the door," +said the mother of the little child. "And take +off your boots. They make so much noise on +the kitchen floor. I fear they will keep my +little one awake."</p> + +<p>"I will gladly take them off," said Puss, and +he placed them behind the door underneath the +big barn key.</p> + +<p>"My husband will be home very soon," she +said, "but if you are very tired I will give you +your supper at once."</p> + +<p>"I would like it now," said Puss, with a weary +sigh. And when he had finished he jumped upon +the big red cushion and was soon fast asleep.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE FIRE</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +MY Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went round about the house to find</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A chink to get her foot in;</span><br /> +She tried the keyhole in the door,<br /> +She tried the crevice in the floor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drove the chimney soot in.</span><br /> +<br /> +And then one night when it was dark<br /> +She blew up such a tiny spark<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That all the house was pothered;</span><br /> +From it she raised up such a flame<br /> +As flamed away to Belting Lane,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And White Cross folks were smothered.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Puss, Junior, awoke with a start to find his +room filled with smoke. And, oh, dear me! +when he opened his door red flames were already +crawling up the woodwork.</p> + +<p>Running up the stairs two at a time, he +pounded on the nursery door and shouted, "Fire! +fire!" And then, of course, the baby awoke +with a cry.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Puss, Junior, what shall I do?" cried the +mother, for the cruel flames were now creeping +across the hall.</p> + +<p>"Don't open the door," he cried. "The hall +is a mass of flames. Climb through the window<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +to the roof of the porch. Be quick!" and he +jumped through the little hall window and ran +across the roof to the nursery. "Come out +here!" he shouted. "Be quick, or the flames +will be in your room before you can get out."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 233px;"> +<img src="images/gs21.png" width="233" height="300" alt="Pussing warning of the fire" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Just then, all of a sudden, a ladder was placed +against the porch, and a kind fireman with a big +red helmet on his head held out his arms. "Give +me the baby and follow me." Puss held the top +of the ladder to steady it until they were safe +on the ground and then slid down without touching +the rungs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Our pretty house will be burned," sobbed +the baby's mother.</p> + +<p>"And my red-top boots," cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"There goes the stable!" shouted the fireman.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me!" cried Puss. "I'd better get +my Good Gray Horse!"</p> + +<p>By this time the hose was connected and soon +the engine was pumping water on the flames. +But, oh, dear me! it was too late. The pretty +little house quickly burned to the ground—only +the big red chimney was left. It was hard work +to save the stable, but at last the flames were put +out.</p> + +<p>"We all must sleep in the hay loft," said Puss.</p> + +<p>So the Good Gray Horse was led back into his +stall. He was the only one who was comfortable +that night, I guess.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE OLD WOMAN'S RIDDLE</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"OH, dear me!" sighed little Puss, Junior, +as he thought of his lovely red-top boots +which had been destroyed by the fire. "Where +shall I get another pair?" for he knew that no +ordinary bootmaker had the skill to make boots +for a cat. However, when he mounted his Good +Gray Horse he found, to his surprise, a couple +of gold sovereigns in his pocket. "That's something +to be thankful for," he laughed, as he set +out upon his journey through Old Mother Goose +Land. "I'll stop at the first cobbler shop and +see what I can buy."</div> + +<p>As he rode gayly along he came across a funny +little old woman. On her head was a red sunbonnet +and over her shoulders a bright-green +shawl. Black-lace mits covered her thin hands, +and a pair of white slippers her two little feet.</p> + +<p>"My good woman," said Puss, Junior, politely +raising his cap as he drew in his Good Gray +Horse, "can you tell me where I may find a +shoemaker?"</p> + +<p>The old woman smiled and said:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"What shoemaker makes shoes without leather,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">With all the four elements put together?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire and water, earth and air,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And every customer wears a pair."</span><br /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't know," answered Puss.</p> + +<p>"Why, a blacksmith, you goosey!" cried the +little old woman, tossing her head.</p> + +<p>"I don't want shoes for my Good Gray Horse," +said Puss, in a disgusted tone of voice. "I want +a pair of shoes for myself."</p> + +<p>"Ho, ho!" laughed the little old woman. +"So my fine Sir Cat would have a pair of shoes?"</p> + +<p>"No, my good woman—a pair of <i>boots!</i>"</p> + +<p>"Well, then," she replied, "keep on your way +until you reach yonder village. Then cross the +bridge and you will soon come to a bootmaker. +He will, no doubt, be able to fit a pair of boots +to Your Royal Highness's feet." Then she turned +up a lane and left Puss to continue his way alone.</p> + +<p>"Ah, me!" sighed Puss. "I don't feel a bit +like myself without my red-topped boots. Indeed, +I feel like an imposter. How will anyone +believe that I am Puss in Boots, Junior, if I have +no boots?" And, for the first time in his life, +he felt discouraged. He had met with many +disappointments on his journey through Mother +Goose country, but to be without boots seemed +almost too hard to bear. Still, with a brave +heart, he rode on toward the village. "I have at +least the money with which to buy them," he +said, "and this is much to be thankful for." +Which was a wise saying, I think, for a cat who +had been out in the world for so short a time as +had little Puss, Junior.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE COBBLER</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"CAN you make me a pair of boots?" asked +Puss, Junior, reining in his Good Gray +Horse.</div> + +<p>The cobbler, who was sitting close to the open +window of his little shop, looked up from his +bench.</p> + +<p>"Will you need two pair?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"One pair, my good man," replied Puss, +Junior, haughtily. "Do you imagine I wear +boots on my front paws?"</p> + +<p>"Well, my good Sir Cat," answered the cobbler, +"I did not know for certain. I can make +two pair as well as one."</p> + +<p>"And charge for two pair, I warrant, also," +cried Puss, with a grin.</p> + +<p>"I can give you fine work," said the cobbler.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure?" asked Puss. "My last pair, +which was unfortunately burned up in a fire, +was made by a royal cobbler."</p> + +<p>"I have not made boots for royalty," replied +the cobbler, "but I made the shoe in which an +old woman lives with so many children that it +would take you an hour to count them all. That +was some job, let me tell you. One doesn't often +live in a shoe, although one may walk in one."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You don't mean to tell me you made that +wonderful shoe?" cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"Most certainly, my good Sir Cat."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 313px;"> +<img src="images/gs22.png" width="313" height="400" alt="The Cobbler" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Then you shall make me a pair of boots. +And, mind you, my good man, they must have +red tops."</p> + +<p>"That they shall," said the cobbler. "Dismount,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +and come into my humble shop. I would +measure your feet."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you have a pair on hand that will +fit me," said Puss, gazing about the tiny shop.</p> + +<p>"I will see," replied the cobbler.</p> + +<p>"I am in haste," said Puss, as the cobbler +looked over his stock. "I am in haste, for I +have yet a long journey before me, and cannot +delay. I am in search of my illustrious father, +Puss in Boots."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried the cobbler. "I once made a +pair of boots for a cat. Could it have been the +noble Puss in Boots?"</p> + +<p>"Tell me where he lives," cried Puss, much +excited.</p> + +<p>"Ah," replied the cobbler, "that I do not +know, for it is many years ago since I made the +boots. But here is a pair I think will fit you."</p> + +<p>"I would rather that you had told me where my +father lives," said little Puss, Junior, "than to +have found a pair of boots."</p> + +<p>"They are certainly a fine fit," said the +cobbler, gazing with admiration at Puss, Junior's, +feet.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Puss, "and here is the money. +Good-by," and off rode our little hero, still in +search of his father, the famous Puss in Boots.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> +<h2>DOCTOR DRAKE</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +DOCTOR DRAKE kept a shop,<br /> +Of dimensions not large,<br /> +In a hole in the haystack<br /> +By the side of the yard,<br /> +Where he dispensed certain small stones<br /> +And one or two gravels,<br /> +With sundry rare herbs<br /> +He had found in his travels.<br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"I hope the good doctor's at home," said Puss, +as he reined in his Good Gray Horse. "I don't +feel at all well to-day."</p> + +<p>So he dismounted and knocked on the front +door, and pretty soon the famous duck doctor +appeared. He wore a big pair of spectacles and +a very high collar, around which was tied a green +cravat which matched the feathers of his tail.</p> + +<p>"Quack, quack!" said Doctor Drake. "What +do you want?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, Doctor," answered Puss, +Junior. "I feel far from well; in fact, I think +I'm going to be very ill."</p> + +<p>"Don't worry," replied Doctor Drake; "that's +what we doctors are looking for—sick people. I +can cure you, never fear."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Puss, Junior.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 373px;"> +<img src="images/gs23.png" width="373" height="475" alt="Dr. Drake checking Puss" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Don't thank me yet," answered Doctor +Drake; "wait till you're cured—then pay me."</p> + +<p>"That will I gladly do," replied Puss, Junior; +"only make me feel like myself again."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I think," said Doctor Drake, after looking at +Puss, Junior's, tongue, "you had better give up +horseback riding; it's bad for you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" sighed poor Puss, Junior. "What +shall I do with my Good Gray Horse?"</p> + +<p>"Sell him to me," replied Doctor Drake. +"I'm in need of a horse. My practice is growing +so large I find it difficult to make my calls."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose you do," said Puss. "Your +feet are not for walking, but for swimming."</p> + +<p>"Right you are," assented the doctor. "Of +course, some of my patients live in the pond; +but, then, again, a lot of them don't. Take these +pills." And the famous duck doctor handed +Puss, Junior, a little round box. "One every +hour; they'll soon fix you up, all right. Now, +how much do you want for your horse?"</p> + +<p>Puss, Junior, scratched his head. "What will +you give?" he asked, tearfully.</p> + +<p>"Twenty-five pounds," replied the doctor.</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Puss. "The horse is yours. +Give me my money and I will journey along on +foot, though it goes hard with me to part with +my faithful steed." Then, tucking the box of +pills in his pocket, Puss proceeded on his journey.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> +<h2>"NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB"</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>HAVING traveled so long on horseback, Puss, +Junior, found it hard to resume his journey +on foot. However, he manfully set out once +more. The pills Doctor Drake had given him +made him feel quite frisky, and he ran along at a +good rate. In fact, he felt that perhaps he might +just as well have kept his Good Gray Horse and +taken the chance of becoming really ill. But +it was too late now; the bargain had been made +and he must make the best of it. So on he +jogged, whistling a merry tune to help along his +tired feet.</div> + +<p>By and by he came to a pretty cottage and, +entering the front gate, looked in through the +window. At a table sat a woman, singing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I saddled him and bridled him and sent him out of town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I gave him some garters to garter up his hose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And a little pocket handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"I wish she had given me the little horse," said +Puss, with a sigh, "for I certainly miss my good +gray steed."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> + +<p>Just then the woman looked up and, seeing +Puss at the window, called out, "Come in, little +Sir Cat."</p> + +<p>Puss, Junior, jumped nimbly through the open +window and stood beside her.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of my little husband?"</p> + +<p>"He certainly is no bigger than your thumb, +madam."</p> + +<p>"He is a good little man, all the same," she +replied, "and when he's astride of his little horse +he makes a fine appearance. Wait, and I will +show you how well he can ride."</p> + +<p>All of a sudden Puss heard the pawing of +hoofs, and there stood the prettiest little horse +he had ever seen. It was no larger than a play +toy, but well built. A long, silky mane fell over +his neck, and a curly tail almost reached to the +ground. Then, quick as a wink, the little husband +jumped out of the pint pot and vaulted +nimbly into the saddle.</p> + +<p>"Gid-ap," he cried, and away went the little +horse down the road.</p> + +<p>"Good-by, madam," cried Puss, running after +the tiny horseman. But it was impossible to +catch up with him, and pretty soon he disappeared +in a cloud of dust. "Well, well," cried +Puss to himself, "I had no idea that such a tiny +steed could run so fast. Will wonders never +cease until I have found my dear father, Puss in +Boots?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then, taking out his pocket handkerchief, he +wiped his forehead. "I shall not despair, however," +he said, bravely, "for I have a good pair +of legs, and all journeys come to an end at last, +so I shall keep merrily on my way."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> +<h2>TELL-TALE-TIT</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +TELL-TALE-TIT!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your tongue shall be slit,</span><br /> +And all the dogs in the town<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall have a little bit.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>Oh, dear me! This is what was going to happen +to the little girl who had told on her brothers. +And all the little dogs were standing around, +wagging their tails, as Puss, Junior, passed by.</p> + +<p>It was a wonder that the dogs didn't rush out +and bark at him, but they were so anxious to get +a piece of the little girl's tongue that they didn't +notice him at all. Perhaps a cat with boots and +spurs, a hat and plume, and a trusty sword +didn't look like an ordinary cat to them. And +neither was our little traveler.</p> + +<p>You see, these little boys had gone into an +alley to play marbles, on their way to school, and +then the little girl had told her father how they +had missed their lessons.</p> + +<p>"And Jimmy Jones won all the marbles, and +there was a fight! And the teacher kept them in +after school!"</p> + +<p>"Oh me! oh my!" cried Puss, Junior. "Please +don't slit her tongue!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But why did you tell tales on your brothers?" +asked her father.</p> + +<p>"Oh, please don't slit her tongue!" cried +Puss, Junior, again.</p> + +<p>"That's what they did in <i>Mother Goose</i>."</p> + +<p>"It must have been very long ago in the dark +ages," answered Puss, laying hold of his sword.</p> + +<p>"Well, it's only a rhyme!" laughed her father, +picking up his little girl and hugging her. "Come +on, Sir Cat, follow me. You are quite a Knight +of the Round Table. If a fair lady be in distress +you are her champion!"</p> + +<p>Pretty soon all three came to a little house +and Puss was invited to come in and play. +There was a nice swing under an old apple tree, +and soon he was swinging as high as the little girl +could push him. All of a sudden he jumped +out up among the branches and hung on to a +limb, just like a trapeze performer.</p> + +<p>"I once was with a circus," he explained, +sliding down the rope and turning a somersault +on the ground.</p> + +<p>Just then the little boys came in the gate and +how they did laugh! And Jimmy gave Puss all +the marbles which he had won, and his father, +who had been sitting on the porch watching the +fun, gave Puss a dollar. After that they all +went in for lunch and Puss didn't start out on his +journey until late in the afternoon.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> +<h2>ON THE WAY</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +"ON the way, on the way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">To see my father, old and gray.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Faster still, my good gray steed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Over hill and flowering mead.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Faster, faster, Good Gray Horse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Hasten swiftly on your course,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Till I see the stately towers</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Where my father spends his hours."</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Urge me not too much!" panted the faithful +steed. "I'm doing my best, but these hills have +made me short of breath."</p> + +<p>Dear me! I forgot to tell you that the Good +Gray Horse had run away from the famous Doctor +Drake and had caught up to Puss, Junior, just +as I commenced this story.</p> + +<p>"Forgive me," cried little Puss, Junior. "In +my anxiety to see my father I have been selfish." +And he slipped a lump of sugar into the mouth +of the Good Gray Horse.</p> + +<p>Well, after several miles had gone by, Puss +drew rein at a drinking trough beside the road, +where his faithful steed drank long and deep. +And as they rested a while, who should fly by but +a busy bumblebee, buzzing from flower to flower.</p> + +<p>He was a jolly-looking bee, and presently he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +said to Puss, "Whither are you bound, my good +Sir Cat?"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 372px;"> +<img src="images/gs24.png" width="372" height="475" alt="Riding to the castle" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"To the castle of my Lord of Carabas," replied +our little traveler. "I'm seeking my +father, who is seneschal to my lord."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah, is that so?" exclaimed the bee. "These +are stirring times. I heard only last week that +my Lord of Carabas was going to war!"</p> + +<p>"What!" exclaimed our small hero, jumping to +his feet and clapping his paw to his sword. "I +must hurry on!"</p> + +<p>"Bravely spoken," answered the bee. "I +have seen many soldiers at the castle of late. +Indeed, the country is all excitement—flags +flying, drums beating, men drilling, women +scraping lint. All is bustle and hustle."</p> + +<p>"And what brings you so far from there?" +inquired Puss, replacing his sword in his scabbard.</p> + +<p>"My two good wings," replied the bumblebee, +and he laughed as he dove head first into a +flower after its dewy sweetness.</p> + +<p>"Come, little master," cried the Good Gray +Horse. "I am rested. Let us hasten on our +journey."</p> + +<p>Puss bade good-by to the golden bumblebee +and sprang once more into the saddle. And the +Good Gray Horse threw out his heels and galloped +off toward the castle of my Lord of Carabas, +but evening came upon them and they +were still far from their destination, so Puss dismounted +for the night beneath a grove of trees.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> +<h2>LITTLE BOY BLUE</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>YOU remember in the last story that Puss +and his Good Gray Horse had camped in a +grove of trees for the night. Well, just as Puss +was about to curl up and take a little trip to +dreamland he heard a voice singing:</div> + +<div class='poem'> +"Little Boy Blue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, leave your toys.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">It's time to wash hands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For little boys.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Supper is ready,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You must not wait.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Tuck in your napkin</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And don't tip your plate.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Oh, where is Boy Blue?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Let's all take a peep.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He's there on the sofa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fast asleep."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Puss opened his eyes and saw a little light +twinkling through the trees. So he got up and +went toward it to find that it shone from the +window of a small cottage. As he knocked on +the door he thought, "I may be asked to spend the +night, and that will be much more comfortable +than lying beneath the trees." And it turned out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +just as he thought. The pretty woman who +opened the door asked him in, saying, softly:</p> + +<p>"Tiptoe in, my dear Puss, Junior, for Boy +Blue has just gone to sleep." And you know +how softly a cat can tiptoe! But of course he +first slipped off his red-topped boots with their +clanking spurs.</p> + +<p>Then Boy Blue's mother gave Puss, Junior, +some milk and cake, and after that he put his +Good Gray Horse in the stable and came back +to sit down by the fire.</p> + +<p>Over the mantelpiece hung a silver horn, and +as Puss looked up at it he remembered long ago +in Old Mother Goose Land a little Boy Blue +who blew his horn to call the cows from the +fields of corn.</p> + +<p>"Does your little Boy Blue go to sleep in a +haystack?"</p> + +<p>"No, my dear," laughingly replied his mother, +"but his father did. And that's the horn he +used to blow in the early morn to call the cows +and the woolly sheep when under the haystack +he'd fallen asleep."</p> + +<p>"I met him once, a long time ago," said little +Puss, Junior. "I remember the place quite well. +He carried me on his shoulder over to see little +Miss Muffet who sat on a tuffet, and she gave +us some curds and whey till a horrid old +spider sat down beside us and frightened her +away."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And so you were the little cat who was with +him, were you?" said little Boy Blue's mother.</p> + +<p>But Puss didn't answer, for he had fallen fast +asleep and was dreaming that he was once more +with his dear father, the famous Puss in Boots.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> +<h2>ALPHABET TOWN</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>NOW let me see. Where did I leave off in +the last story? Oh yes, I remember now. +Little Puss, Junior, had fallen asleep in the house +where little Boy Blue lived. Yes, Puss had +fallen asleep in front of the fireplace over which +hung the silver horn that called the cows from the +fields of corn. Well, the next morning the horn +began blowing all by itself, and this, of course, +woke up everybody in the house; so Puss washed +his face and hands and curled his whiskers and +after that he pulled on his red-topped boots and +was ready for breakfast. Then Mrs. Boy Blue +came downstairs with little Boy Blue. He was +only three years old, but he could blow a horn, +though I don't think the cows paid much attention +to him, for they knew he was only doing it in +fun, you see.</div> + +<p>Well, after breakfast, Puss, Junior, bade them +all good-by and mounted his Good Gray Horse, +and by and by, after he had ridden many a mile, +he came to a very queer place—it was called +Alphabet Town. But the strangest thing of all +was that the alphabet was alive. Yes, from +A to Z it was alive, and Puss was so interested +that he drew rein at the gates of Alphabet Town +because, he said to himself, "If I expect to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +through Mother Goose Land I must learn the +alphabet, and the sooner I learn it the sooner I +shall see my dear father." So he went up to the +schoolhouse and this is what he learned:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +A was an Ant who worked all the day.<br /> +B was a Butterfly, flitting away.<br /> +C was a Cherry that hung on a tree.<br /> +D was a Daisy that grew on the lea.<br /> +E was an Elm that stood by the school.<br /> +F was a Frog that lived in a pool<br /> +G was a Goat with a beard on his face.<br /> +H was a Horse that won a fine race.<br /> +I was an Insect that fed on a peach.<br /> +J was a Jay Bird whose song was a screech.<br /> +K was a Kitten that played with a string.<br /> +L was a Lambkin that browsed in the spring.<br /> +M was a Magpie that stole a gold spoon.<br /> +N was the Nest where she slept 'neath the moon.<br /> +O was the Oak Tree that held safe the nest.<br /> +P was a Pigeon with soft purple vest.<br /> +Q was a Quail that was shot with a gun.<br /> +R was a Rooster that woke up the sun.<br /> +S was a Snail that was awfully slow.<br /> +T was a Turtle, no faster, you know.<br /> +U was a Unicorn; of him you have heard.<br /> +V was a Vulture, a rapacious bird.<br /> +W was a Wren that made a sweet noise.<br /> +X was a Xmas Tree, covered with toys.<br /> +Y was a Yule Log, dragged through the snow.<br /> +Z was a Zero when winter winds blow.<br /> +</div> + +<p>And I think when I tell you that Puss learned +this alphabet in less than half an hour you will +agree with me he was a very bright cat.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> +<h2>LUCY LOCKET</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"GID-AP!" said Puss, Junior. "Gid-ap, my +good steed, for we must hasten on. 'Tis +yet a long ways we must journey ere I find my +illustrious father, Puss in Boots."</div> + +<p>The Good Gray Horse quickened his pace, +and soon many a mile was left behind.</p> + +<p>At length Puss saw a little girl in the doorway +of a cottage.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Lucy Locket<br /> +Lost her pocket;<br /> +Kitty Fisher<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Found it;</span><br /> +Nothing in it,<br /> +Nothing in it,<br /> +But the binding<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Round it.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Whoa!" cried Puss. "Can I help you, miss?"</p> + +<p>"I'm so disappointed!" cried the little girl. +"I thought there might be a bright penny inside."</p> + +<p>"Are you sure there isn't?" asked Puss, +sympathetically. "Do you want a penny very +much?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the child.</p> + +<p>"Well, here's one," replied Puss, thrusting his +paw into his pocket and bringing out a bright<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +penny. Leaning down from his horse, he handed +it to the little maid.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to buy with it?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"Peppermint stick," she answered. "Peppermint +stick with red rings all around it."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 320px;"> +<img src="images/gs25.png" width="320" height="375" alt="Puss and the Little Maid" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"That sounds pretty nice," said Puss. +"Where's the candy shop?"</p> + +<p>"Just over there," she replied, pointing to a +small shop on the opposite side of the street.</p> + +<p>"Let's go in," suggested Puss, dismounting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +and tying his Good Gray Horse to the hitching +post.</p> + +<p>The candy shop smelled very nice. Molasses +candy in long yellow coils lay in the glass cases. +Sticks of pink-and-white peppermint candy stood +in big glass bowls with shiny glass stoppers. +Chocolate drops were ranged in long glass dishes. +There were gumdrops and marshmallows, and +goodness knows what all. Puss thrust his paw +deep into his pocket, for he knew that one little +penny wouldn't go very far in this candy shop.</p> + +<p>"What other kind do you like?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Why don't you call me Kitty?" laughed the +little maid. "My name is Kitty Fisher."</p> + +<p>Just then another little girl appeared.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Lucy Locket!" cried Kitty.</p> + +<p>"I've just lost my pocket," said Lucy. "Did +you happen to find it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Kitty, "but there was nothing +in it. Just a ribbon round it."</p> + +<p>"That's 'cause I took out my penny," answered +Lucy, "and I'm going to spend it right here +before I lose it."</p> + +<p>Soon both little girls had eaten their peppermint-candy +sticks. And after Puss had given his +Good Gray Horse a big lump of sugar he mounted +and rode away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> +<h2>TOM, THE PIPER'S SON</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +"TOM was a piper's son,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He learned to play when he was young;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But all the tune that he could play</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Was 'Over the hills and far away.'"</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Well, it's a pretty fine tune," said Puss, +Junior, to himself, as the strains from Tom's pipe +came clear and sweet across the meadow. "I +wish I could play as well." Again the music +came down the breeze, clear and sweet, and +pretty soon Tom came capering toward him, +followed by a crowd of boys and girls.</p> + +<p>"Heigh-ho!" laughed Puss. "Here they come, +dancing away, as if they had nothing to do but +play all the day long."</p> + +<p>"Over the hills and far away!" piped Tom.</p> + +<p>"Good morning!" cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"Come and dance," said the piper's son, taking +the pipe from his mouth; "come and have +a merry dance. Make those red-topped booties +prance."</p> + +<p>"Then play a merry jig," answered Puss, +catching up a small pig and waltzing him around +at a giddy rate.</p> + +<p>"Hold on!" cried the pig. "I'm getting +dizzy."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I won't let you fall," replied Puss, with a grin.</p> + +<p>"Let go!" squeaked the pig. "I tell you I'm +getting dizzy!"</p> + +<p>"Well, why didn't you say 'let go' at first," +laughed Puss. "You said, 'hold on.'"</p> + +<p>By this time the poor pig was so out of breath +that he rolled over on his side and lay quite still +until a small boy said:</p> + +<p>"Your tail is all twisted from dancing around +and around."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" replied the pig, sitting up. +"Pigs' tails are always twisted. Dancing makes +your head go around, but it doesn't curl your +tail."</p> + +<p>Then all of a sudden Tom commenced to play +again.</p> + +<p>"Oh, please don't!" cried the breathless pig. +"I don't want to dance any more."</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Tom with his pipe did play with such skill<br /> +That those who heard him could never stand still;<br /> +Whenever they heard him they began to dance—<br /> +Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.<br /> +</div> + +<p>And, goodness me! it was such wonderful +music that even Puss couldn't keep still, but +must needs dance with a little girl in a blue dress +until Tom was out of breath and too tired to play +any longer.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> +<h2>OLD DAME TROT</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>AS soon as Tom, the piper's son, stopped playing +everybody sat down to rest, even the +little pig who had been waltzing about on his +hind legs. He didn't try to run away. I guess +he was too tired for that. Pretty soon he took +out a yellow handkerchief and wiped the perspiration +from his pink nose, and after that +the little girl in blue asked Puss, Junior, where +he had learned to dance.</div> + +<p>"At Mademoiselle Feline's dancing school," +replied Puss. "She taught twenty-one little +kittens twice a week."</p> + +<p>Just then, all of a sudden, Tom, the piper's +son, jumped to his feet and started off, and +before very long</p> + +<div class='poem'> +He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs;<br /> +He used his pipe and she used her legs;<br /> +She danced about till the eggs were all broke;<br /> +She began to fret, but he laughed at the joke.<br /> +</div> + +<p>"I think it very mean of you to break an old +lady's eggs," cried Puss.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry your eggs are broken," cried Tom +to Old Dame Trot. "If you'll come with me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +I'll show you where there's a nest full of eggs; +it's in the dry grass under the raspberry bushes +in yonder meadow."</p> + +<p>But the old lady had gone only a few steps +when</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Tom saw a cross fellow beating an ass<br /> +Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;<br /> +He took out his pipe and played them a tune,<br /> +And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.<br /> +</div> + +<p>"It serves that fellow right," cried Puss. +"His donkey had too heavy a load."</p> + +<p>And while the tin pans were flying about and +clattering on the stones the old lady climbed +over the fence.</p> + +<p>"There goes the hen to her nest now!" +shouted the children.</p> + +<p>"I'll play her a tune and while she's dancing +you pick up the eggs and give them to Old +Dame Trot," cried Tom.</p> + +<p>Of course as soon as the music commenced the +little hen began to dance. And when all the +eggs were in the old lady's basket he stopped +playing, but the little hen was so provoked that +she went straight home to the barnyard.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOBBY SHAFTO</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>AS Puss, Junior, rode along on his Good Gray +Horse he passed a pretty cottage near the +roadway. And the roses that climbed over the +front porch were so fragrant and the voice of +the girl floating through the open window was +so sweet that he stopped to listen.</div> + +<div class='poem'><br /> +"Bobby Shafto roams the skies<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">With silver goggles on his eyes.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">A lonely girl am I who sighs</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For pretty Bobby Shafto.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Bobby Shafto's bright and fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Very gay and debonair;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He's the king of all the air,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bonny Bobby Shafto.</span><br /> +<br /> +"His airship is the fastest one<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That races with the golden sun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And when his azure voyage is done,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pretty Bobby Shafto.</span><br /> +<br /> +"He's promised he will marry me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And then how happy I shall be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">We two shall sail the starry sea,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I and Bobby Shafto!"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 430px;"> +<img src="images/gs26.png" width="430" height="475" alt="Singer sharing cream" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Pretty soon the owner of the lovely voice +looked out of the window and when she saw<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +Puss she asked him to come in and sit on the +front porch while she went for some cream. +So Puss tied his Good Gray Horse to the hitching +post and, opening the little gate, sat down on +the doorsteps. After he had finished drinking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +the cream she asked him to tell her where he was +going with his lovely red-topped boots and long +feather plume. And would he take out his +sword and show it to her? All this made him +very proud, and of course he thought she was a +lovely little girl.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while they spied an airship in +the sky. Pretty soon it came nearer and nearer +till finally it landed in a field close by. The +little girl and Puss jumped up and ran as fast +as they could across the road and through the +fence.</p> + +<p>Throwing her arms around Bobby Shafto, she +cried, "He's the king of all the air."</p> + +<p>Then he took off his silver goggles and shook +hands with Puss, and soon they all came back +to the little cottage and had ice cream and +sponge cake, and Bobby Shafto fed the Good +Gray Horse a quart of oats, and after that Puss +said good-by and rode away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> +<h2>LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>"WELL, well!" said Puss to himself as he +left Bobby Shafto and the little girl. +"To think I should see an airship in Mother +Goose country!"</div> + +<p>By and by he heard a little bird singing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Up went pussy cat, and down went he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Down came pussy cat, away robin ran;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Said Little Robin Redbreast, 'Catch me if you can!'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Pussy cat said, 'Mew,' and Robin flew away."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"What are you trying to do?" asked Puss, +Junior, stopping under the tree and looking up +at the pussy cat.</p> + +<p>"I'm not trying to do anything," replied the +pussy cat, crossly. "I was wishing I had wings."</p> + +<p>"They'd be very convenient at times," said +Puss, with a grin.</p> + +<p>"Indeed they would," answered the pussy cat. +"I'd rather have them than red-topped boots."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps," answered Puss. "But I have +found my boots most helpful. Do you know," +he continued, "if people would be a little more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +contented with what they have I think they'd +get more."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 410px;"> +<img src="images/gs27.png" width="410" height="475" alt="Cat climbing a tree" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>The pussy cat looked ashamed of herself. +"What you say is very true. I suppose I +ought to be thankful that I have such strong<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +claws. It's not hard work climbing trees, and +as for running, my legs carry me very well. +Perhaps I don't need wings, after all."</p> + +<p>"Well, I never saw a flying cat," admitted +Puss, Junior, "although I've seen some remarkable +things since I started out to find my +father, Puss in Boots."</p> + +<p>"So you are a traveler," said the pussy cat, +jumping down from the wall and walking up to +Puss. "How long have you been looking for +your father?"</p> + +<p>"A long, long time," replied Puss, Junior. +"Do you know, sometimes I almost get discouraged, +for this is a big world and at times I +feel so very, very small."</p> + +<p>"Well, you come home with me," said the +pussy cat. "You need a good rest. I think +you're tired out."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE ELF CHILD</h2> + +<div class='poem'><div class='cap'> +LITTLE Miss Pussy Cat had a house<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was very trim and neat.</span><br /> +But, oh, dear me! there wasn't a mouse<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For little Miss Pussy to eat.</span><br /> +</div></div> + + +<p>"There's a nice, soft cushion on the window +seat," she said to Puss, Junior. "Why don't +you take a nap?"</p> + +<p>And as he was very tired with his long journey, +he curled up and was soon fast asleep. But, oh, +dear me! all of a sudden there came a loud knocking +on the door, and when Miss Pussy opened it +there stood a little dog with a very loud bark. +And then, of course, Puss woke up with a start.</p> + +<p>"Please make him go away," said Miss Pussy +Cat. "I'm dreadfully afraid of dogs."</p> + +<p>So Puss picked up his big stick and the little +dog ran away as fast as he could, never again to +bother little Miss Pussy Cat. And shall I tell +you why? It was because when he finally +stopped running he found himself in the woods +where the fairies lived.</p> + +<p>And when they saw him they said to one +another, "This little dog has been up to mischief, +for if not, why should he run so fast?" And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +then the king of the fairies said, "I will see that +he makes no further mischief," and he waved +his silver wand, and the little dog turned into a +dogwood flower that blooms every year in the +same spot under the great shady trees.</p> + +<p>Of course little Miss Pussy wondered for a +long time why she never saw him, until, one day, +Jennie Wren, who lived in the woods, told her +what the fairies had done.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon Puss, Junior, set out once +more to find his father, and as he went along he +whistled a tune to keep up his spirits, when, all +of a sudden, he heard a little low whistle. And +there in the road, a few feet ahead, was a tiny +little man dressed in green with a high-peaked +hat on his head.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"I've never heard a whistling cat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">So come to the wood with me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And whistle a tune to my elfin child</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Under the greenwood tree."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Then little Puss, Junior, followed the queer +little dwarf and by and by, after a while, they +came to a glen in the wood where, under a great +oak tree, sat the prettiest little elf you ever saw. +He was playing with a gray squirrel and a striped +chipmunk, but when he saw Puss he gave a glad +shout and away went the squirrel and the chipmunk. +But he didn't care, for a cat with boots +was something he had never seen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Teach him to whistle, Sir Cat," said the +dwarf.</p> + +<p>So Puss sat down by the elf child and by and +by, just as the stars began to twinkle from the +sky, he had taught him to whistle. And, would +you believe it? it sounded like a bird, it was so +sweet and clear. And after that Puss went on +his way to find his father, happy to think that +he had proved so good a music master.</p> + +<p>And some day, in another book, I will tell you +how little Puss, Junior, finds his dear father.</p> + +<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /> +THE END<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES</h2> + +<h3>By DAVID CORY</h3> + +<div class='center'> +Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little<br /> +Journeys to Happyland"<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.</b><br /> +<b>Each Volume Complete in Itself.</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. +That's the way all the little people feel about this +young, adventurous cat, son of a very famous father.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. IN FAIRYLAND</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">TRAVELS OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND OLD MOTHER GOOSE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., IN NEW MOTHER GOOSE LAND</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND TOM THUMB</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND ROBINSON CRUSOE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND THE MAN IN THE MOON</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> +<h2>Little Jack Rabbit Books</h2> + +<div class='copyright'>(Trademark Registered)</div> + +<h3>By DAVID CORY</h3> + +<div class='center'> +Author of "Little Journeys to Happyland"<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Colored Wrappers With Text Illustrations.</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>A new and unique series about the furred and feathered +little people of the wood and meadow.</p> + +<p>Children will eagerly follow the doings of little Jack +Rabbit, and the clever way in which he escapes from his +three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. Wicked Wolf and +Hungry Hawk will delight the youngsters.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Little Jack Rabbit Books"> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. WICKED WOLF</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> +<h2>LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND</h2> + +<h3>By DAVID CORY</h3> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'><b>Profusely Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.</b></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +Printed in large type—easy to read.<br /> +For children from 6 to 8 years.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>A new series of exciting adventures by the author +of the LITTLE JACK RABBIT books. This +series is unique in that it deals with unusual and exciting +adventures on land and sea and in the air.</p> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE CRUISE OF THE NOAH'S ARK</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>This is a good rainy day story. On just such a day Mr. Noah +invites Marjorie to go for a trip in Noah's Ark. She gets aboard +just in time and away it floats out into the big wide world.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE MAGIC SOAP BUBBLE</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The king of the gnomes has a magic pipe with which he +blows a wonderful bubble and taking Ed. with him they both +have a delightful time in Gnomeland.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE ICEBERG EXPRESS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The Mermaid's magic comb changes little Mary Louise into +a mermaid. The Polar Bear Porter on the Iceberg Express +invites her to take a trip with him and away they go.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE WIND WAGON</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Little Hero stepped aboard the Wind Wagon and started on a +journey to many wonderful places and had a delightful time.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE MAGIC UMBRELLA</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>A little old man gave Jimmy the Magic Umbrella which took +him to Happyland, where he had many adventures.</p></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE FLYAWAYS STORIES</h2> + +<h3>By ALICE DALE HARDY</h3> + +<div class='center'> +Author of The Riddle Club Books<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Individual Colored Jackets and Colored Illustrations by</b><br /> +<b>WALTER S. ROGERS</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>A splendid new line of interesting tales for the little +ones, introducing many of the well known characters of +fairyland in a series of novel adventures. The Flyaways +are a happy family and every little girl and boy will want +to know all about them.</p> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE FLYAWAYS AND CINDERELLA</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>How the Flyaways went to visit Cinderella only to find that Cinderella's +Prince had been carried off by the Three Robbers, Rumbo, Hibo and Jobo. +"I'll rescue him!" cried Pa Flyaway and then set out for the stronghold of +the robbers. A splendid continuation of the original story of Cinderella.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE FLYAWAYS AND LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>On their way to visit Little Red Riding Hood the Flyaways fell in with +Tommy Tucker and The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. They told +Tommy about the Magic Button on Red Riding Hood's cloak. How the +wicked Wolf stole the Magic Button and how the wolves plotted to eat up +Little Red Riding Hood and all her family, and how the Flyaways and +King Cole sent the wolves flying, makes a story no children will want to miss.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE FLYAWAYS AND GOLDILOCKS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The Flyaways wanted to see not only Goldilocks but also the Three +Bears and they took a remarkable journey through the air to do so. Tommy +even rode on a Rocket and met the monstrous Blue Frog. When they +arrived at Goldilocks' house they found that the Three Bears had been there +before them and mussed everything up, much to Goldilocks' despair. "We +must drive those bears out of the country!" said Pa Flyaway. Then they +journeyed underground to the Yellow Palace, and oh! so many things happened +after that!</p></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS</h2> + +<div class='center'>For Little Men and Women</div> + +<h3>By LAURA LEE HOPE</h3> + +<div class='center'> +Author of "The Bunny Brown Series," Etc.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Durably Bound. Illustrated. Uniform Style of Binding.</b><br /> +<b>Every Volume Complete in Itself.</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>These books for boys and girls between the ages of three +and ten <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'stands'">stand</ins> among children and their parents of this +generation where the books of Louisa May Alcott stood in +former days. The haps and mishaps of this inimitable pair +of twins, their many adventures and experiences are a +source of keen delight to imaginative children everywhere.</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS"> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE COUNTY FAIR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS CAMPING OUT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AND BABY MAY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS KEEPING HOUSE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CLOVERBANK</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS SERIES</h2> + +<h3>By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY</h3> + + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.</b><br /> +<b>For Children 6 to 12 Years</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>This series presents early American history in a manner +that impresses the young readers. Because of George and +Martha Washington Parke, two young descendants of the +famous General Washington, these stories follow exactly +the life of the great American, by means of playing they +act the life of the Washingtons, both in battles and in +society.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Their thrilling battles and expeditions generally end in "punishment" +lessons read by Mrs. Parke from the "Life of Washington." The culprits +listen intently, for this reading generally gives them new ideas for further +games of Indian warfare and Colonists' battles.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS RELATIVES</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The Davis children visit the Parke home and join zealously in the games +of playing General Washington. So zealously, in fact, that little Jim +almost loses his scalp.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' TRAVELS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The children wage a fierce battle upon the roof of a hotel in New York +City. Then, visiting the Davis home in Philadelphia, the patriotic Washingtons +vanquish the Hessians on a battle-field in the empty lot back of +the Davis property.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS AT SCHOOL</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>After the school-house battle the Washingtons discover a band of gypsies +camping near the back road to their homes and incidentally they secure +the stolen horse which the gypsies had taken from the "butter and egg +farmer" of the Parkes.</p></div> + + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' HOLIDAYS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>They spend a pleasant summer on two adjoining farms in Vermont. +During the voyage they try to capture a "frigate" but little Jim is caught +and about to be punished by the Captain when his confederates hasten in +and save him.</p></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + +<p>GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE HONEY BUNCH BOOKS</h2> + +<p>By HELEN LOUISE THORNDYKE</p> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<b>Individual Colored Wrappers and Text Illustrations Drawn by</b><br /> +<b>WALTER S. ROGERS</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<p>Honey Bunch is a dainty, thoughtful little +girl, and to know her is to take her to your +heart at once.</p> + +<p>Little girls everywhere will want to discover +what interesting experiences she is +having wherever she goes.</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="THE HONEY BUNCH BOOKS"> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: JUST A LITTLE GIRL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE CITY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS ON THE FARM</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE SEASHORE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST LITTLE GARDEN</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS IN CAMP</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST AUTO TOUR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST TRIP ON THE OCEAN</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class='center'>——————————</div> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/endpaper02-big.jpg"><img src="images/endpaper02.jpg" width="600" height="471" alt="Back Endpapers" title="" /></a> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors were corrected.</p> + +<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. 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Jones Babcock + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Puss in Boots, Jr., and the Good Gray Horse + + +Author: David Cory + + + +Release Date: June 24, 2010 [eBook #32964] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD +GRAY HORSE*** + + +E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell, Emmy, and the Project Gutenberg Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 32964-h.htm or 32964-h.zip: + (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32964/32964-h/32964-h.htm) + or + (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32964/32964-h.zip) + + + + + +PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + +by + +DAVID CORY + + +[Illustration] + + _Little Tom Thumb with his tiny spear + Follows Puss Boots both far and near. + Did you ever see such a brave little cat, + With a shiny sword and a feathered hat?_ + +[Illustration] + + _"Faster, faster, Good Gray Horse, + Hasten swiftly on your course, + 'Till I see the stately towers + Where my father spends his hours."_ + +[Illustration] + + _"Grandmother Goose your trusty broom + Makes spick and span each cottage room," + Said little Puss Boots, doffing his hat, + For he was a most polite little cat._ + +[Illustration] + + _This funny gnome is puzzled quite + Why little Puss Junior is so polite. + But Puss has manners very grand + I would have everyone understand._ + + +PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + +[Illustration: THE GOOD GRAY HORSE RUNS AWAY WITH PUSS JUNIOR AND THE +LITTLE OLD MAN. + +_Puss-in-Boots Jr. and the Good Gray Horse._ _Frontispiece._] + + +PUSS IN BOOTS, JR. + +AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + +by + +DAVID CORY + +Author of +Little Jack Rabbit Books, +Little Journeys to Happyland, +Puss in Boots Books, Etc. + +[Illustration] + +Profusely Illustrated + + + + + + + +Grosset & Dunlap +Publishers New York +Made in the United States of America + +Copyright, 1921, by Harper & Brothers +Printed in the United States of America +G-V + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + THE MAGIC WINGS 1 + THE HOLD-UP 6 + WILLOW TREE INN 9 + THE ROBBER FAIRIES 12 + BICYCLE PUSS 15 + PUSS RECOVERS HIS STEED 18 + GEORGY PORGY 21 + A JOLLY GALLOP 23 + THE RUNAWAY 26 + HUMPTY-BUMPTY 29 + THE HAYMOW 32 + CHAUFFEUR TAFFY 35 + THREE LITTLE KITTENS 37 + MR. RAT 40 + A BIG TUMBLE 43 + HUNGRY KITTENS 46 + KITTENS WASH MITTENS 49 + PIE FOR MRS. MOUSE 52 + SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE 54 + DOCTOR FOSTER 57 + A MISCOUNT 60 + PLUM PUDDING STORY 64 + "ONE I LOVE, TWO I LOVE" 67 + LITTLE JENNY WREN 69 + THE MISCHIEVOUS RAVEN 71 + CANDY TOWN 73 + THE BRAMBLE-BUSH MAN 76 + DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY 78 + "DONKEY, DONKEY, OLD AND GRAY" 81 + "TICK, TACK, TOO" 84 + LULLABY BABY 87 + THE FIRE 90 + THE OLD WOMAN'S RIDDLE 93 + THE COBBLER 95 + DOCTOR DRAKE 98 + "NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB" 101 + TELL-TALE-TIT 104 + ON THE WAY 106 + LITTLE BOY BLUE 109 + ALPHABET TOWN 112 + LUCY LOCKET 114 + TOM, THE PIPER'S SON 117 + OLD DAME TROT 119 + BOBBY SHAFTO 121 + LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST 124 + THE ELF CHILD 127 + + + + +PUSS IN BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + + + + +THE MAGIC WINGS + + +ONE morning as little Puss, Junior, on his Good Gray Horse rode through +Mother Goose country he saw a spider sitting in her tiny lace house. She +kept very still, for the early dewdrops still clung to the delicate web. +And as the sun shone down they looked for all the world like diamonds on +a piece of lace. So little Puss, Junior, stretched out his paw and, +would you believe it, instead of a drop of water he picked off a real +diamond. + +"Ha, ha!" cried the little black spider. "The witch's feather in your +hat has changed the dewdrop into a diamond. But I have no use for +precious stones, so you may have it. The flies that come to my net are +more to my liking." And then she tied the strings of her little black +bonnet and put on her black silk mitts and waited for a fly to make a +call. + +Well, after putting the diamond in his pocket, Puss rode away, and by +and by, after a while he came to a steep hill. And, oh, dear me! it was +a dreadfully steep hill, for Puss had missed his way and there was no +path or road for him to follow. And while he waited, not knowing what to +do, he heard a little voice say: + + "If I bring four wings to you + To fasten on your horse's shoe + Will you give me for my locket + The sparkling diamond in your pocket?" + +"How do I know my Good Gray Horse can fly with these wings?" asked Puss. + +"He may try them first," said the voice, and out from behind a stump +jumped a little dwarf, dressed in green, with a red turban on his head. +Quick as a wink he fastened a wing to each foot of the Good Gray Horse. +And then he clicked his tongue against his teeth and away went the Good +Gray Horse up in the air like a great bird. + +"Hold on!" shouted the dwarf. "Don't forget to give me the diamond," and +he held out his little hat for Puss to drop it in as the Good Gray Horse +sailed away on his winged feet over the mountain. + +Well, as soon as he crossed the top of the great high mountain he came +down to earth and, strange to say, as soon as he touched the ground the +wings on his feet changed into long, silky hairs, and, but for these, he +was just the same as he was before meeting the dwarf. + +[Illustration] + +"Come, little master, since I have lost my wings, to yonder inn. I am +hungry for oats." So Puss rode forward and, after leaving him in the +stable, sat down in the inn and waited for his dinner. Pretty soon a +little bird settled on the window sill and sang: + + "From my snug little nest in the old apple tree, + All covered with blossoms so fair, + I never have seen, though I'm over thirteen, + A horse that could fly thro' the air." + +Just then the innkeeper's wife came in, and when she saw the little bird +on the window sill close to Puss, Junior, she cried, "Time for little +birds to be in their nests." So the little bird flew away, and as soon +as Puss had eaten his dinner he again mounted his Good Gray Horse. After +a while he met an old man and a little dog. The little dog was carrying +a basket in his mouth and the little old man a big pipe, from which the +smoke curled up in the shape of a bird. All of a sudden he gave a puff +and, would you believe it, a glossy gray pigeon flew away. + +Pretty soon the smoke again curled up from the pipe into the form of a +pigeon, and then, just as before, the little old man gave a puff, and +away flew a pigeon, only this time it was grayish blue. + +I don't know how long this would have gone on if the little old man had +not suddenly turned around. + +"You have a wonderful pipe," said little Puss, Junior. "I've never seen +one like it." + +"There are lots of strange things in Mother Goose Land," answered the +little old man. "If you are a traveler, as I think you are, you will +meet with many strange adventures." + +Then with a bow he turned in at the gate of a little pink-and-blue +cottage, at the rear of which stood a pigeon house on top of a tall +pole. As Puss turned around for a last look, again the smoke from the +little old man's pipe changed into a pigeon, which flew straight toward +the little pigeon house. + +Well, after that Puss rode along for some time, and by and by the moon +came out and dimly lighted the road, which now led through a forest. It +was very quiet, except for the tooting of an owl or the cry of a tree +toad. + +Little Puss commenced to whistle when, all of a sudden, the Good Gray +Horse jumped to the side of the road, and there, right in front of him, +stood a tiny fairy, dressed in green. "Halt, Sir Cat!" he cried, waving +his silver wand. + + + + +THE HOLD-UP + + "OH, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho! + As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho!" + + +As soon as the little fairy I mentioned in the last story finished his +song Puss, Junior's, Good Gray Horse stood up on his hind legs, for he +wasn't used to these little people of the forest, you see. + +"Whoa, my good steed," cried Puss. "Don't you see it's only a little +fairy?" + +"Only a little fairy!" cried the forest fay. "I would have you +understand, Sir Cat, that I have at my command a million subjects. I +have but to sound a call upon my silver horn and they will surround +you." + +"Bah!" cried Puss, scornfully. "I have no fear of such tiny things." + +But, oh, dear me! no sooner had he said this than the fairy blew a +shrill blast upon his silver horn, and from all directions came +thousands of little fairies on moth millers and fireflies. And, oh, dear +me! again, before Puss knew what was going to happen they stretched tiny +ropes about his Good Gray Horse and bound his legs fast, and after that +they tied Puss to the saddle. + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the little fairy. "Now, my good Sir Cat, will you +believe that fairies have power?" + +"Gid-ap!" cried Puss, but his good gray steed could move neither head +nor foot. "Gid-ap!" he cried again; but his Good Gray Horse could move +neither ears nor tail. + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed Puss. "I'm in a pretty mess!" And then the +fairies began to sing: + + "Pride must ever have a fall. + Ne'er despise the weak and small. + Only he who's brave and good + Shall pass safely through this wood." + +"I don't see how that applies to me," cried Puss, stoutly. "I may have +been a trifle rude, but I maintain I'm brave and good." + +Well, just then, all of a sudden, a big kind-hearted owl flew down from +his nest in a tree and cut all the fairy ropes with a big pair of +scissors. And then he gave a great hoot, which so frightened the fairies +that they flew away, helter skelter, into the depths of the forest. + +"You have been very kind to me," said Puss. "How shall I repay you?" + +"Forget it," said the owl, taking off his gold-rimmed spectacles and +wiping his left eye with a yellow silk handkerchief. "If you would get +safely out of this forest, + + "Follow the path, the moon is still bright. + Take the first turn--the one to the right. + The Willow Tree Inn you'll find in due course, + Where you'll find shelter for you and your horse." + +"Thank you," said Puss. "If your directions are as good as your rhyme I +shall have no trouble in finding the place." + + + + +WILLOW TREE INN + + +THE moonlight shone brightly on the sign of the Willow Tree Inn as Puss +reached up for the big brass knocker. But he wasn't tall enough, so he +stood on an empty flower pot and rapped twice on the door. + +"Who's there?" asked the innkeeper, poking his head out of the window. + +"Puss in Boots, Junior." + +"Very well, Master Boots," said the innkeeper. "Rest on the porch till I +put on my boots." And pretty soon the door opened and the sleepy +innkeeper appeared with a lighted candle in his hand. "Ah, you have a +horse," he said. "Come, I will show you the way to the stable." + +"Bad luck," cried the innkeeper, as a gust of wind blew out the candle. +"The moon is behind a cloud. 'Tis dark. Can you make your way?" + +"Never fear," replied Puss. "A cat can see in the dark." + +But, goodness me! just as they reached the barn a bat knocked off Puss, +Junior's, hat. + + "Bat, bat, come under my hat + And I'll give you a slice of bacon, + And when I bake I'll give you a cake, + If I am not mistaken," + +cried the innkeeper. + +[Illustration] + +"That sounds mighty good to me," said Puss, Junior. "I've had no supper +yet, and it's nearly morning." + +"So it is," answered the innkeeper. "Well, we'll give your Good Gray +Horse a mess of oats and some hay. After that we'll go back to the inn +and cook a slice of bacon." + +"And when you bake please give me a cake, or I'll be much disappointed," +cried Puss. + +"I'd rather give it to you than to that old bat," said the innkeeper, +closing the stable door and pushing in the bolt. "Of course, he catches +lots of mice, but at the same time I don't like him." + +"So you like me better?" said Puss. + +"Well, we'll wait and see," said the innkeeper. "In the meantime, come +in." And he opened the door and led Puss into the kitchen. + + + + +THE ROBBER FAIRIES + + "COCKS crow in the morn + To tell us to rise, + And he who lies late + Will never be wise; + + "For early to bed + And early to rise + Is the way to be healthy + And wealthy and wise." + + +"Well, I haven't been to bed at all," said Puss. "I was held up in the +forest." + +"What!" exclaimed the innkeeper. "I had no idea there were robbers +about." + +"There were no robbers, my good host," said Puss. "You would hardly +believe me if I were to relate what actually happened." + +"Tell me," said the innkeeper, "while I fry the bacon." + +So Puss explained how the fairies had made him captive, although he +feared that the good man would doubt the truth of the story. But, +instead, the innkeeper said: + +[Illustration] + +"'Tis not the first time, my good Sir Cat, that I have heard of +travelers being held up in yonder woods by the fairies. Indeed, they +take a mischievous pleasure in waylaying us mortals after sundown." + +"Indeed!" said Puss. "Hereafter I shall take great pains to avoid the +forest after dark. I had a narrow escape." + +Well, pretty soon the innkeeper placed the food upon the table and he +and Puss sat down to eat. But, oh, dear me! they had hardly commenced +when they heard a great commotion in the barnyard. Puss rushed to the +door just in time to see his Good Gray Horse gallop out of the stable +yard with more than a hundred fairies on his back, who drove sharp +little thorns into his sides and blew tiny horns in his ears. + +"Whoa!" screamed Puss, rushing out-of-doors. The Good Gray Horse, +terrified by the cries of the fairies as well as excited by the stings +and blows, paid no attention to the voice of his small master, but +dashed out upon the highway, and in a few minutes disappeared down the +hill. + +"What shall I do?" cried Puss, in dismay. + + + + +BICYCLE PUSS + + +"IF I had a horse in the stable I'd lend him to you," said the +kind-hearted innkeeper. + +"Have you an automobile?" asked Puss. + +"Not yet," replied the innkeeper. "But I have a bicycle which I will +lend you." + +It took Puss but a moment to mount, and then off he went to catch his +Good Gray Horse, who, you remember in the last story, had been stolen by +the fairies. + +But, oh, dear me! although it was early morning it seemed as if +everybody was up and out for a walk. First, an old rooster stood right +in the middle of the road and crowed: + + "Cock-a-doodle do, + Your horse has lost a shoe." + +"Where is it?" asked Puss, stopping as quickly as he could, while the +good-natured rooster hopped into the long grass and picked it up. + +"Thank you," said Puss, hanging the shoe over his handlebar and setting +off once more. + +But, oh, dear me! again, he had gone but a short distance when a +curly-tailed pig got right in his way, and of course Puss had to slow +up. + +"If you're looking for a runaway horse, you'd better take the lane to +your right," said the pig, with a grunt and a twist of his curly tail. + +So Puss set off again. But, oh, dear me! for the third time, just in +front of him was a big, fat cow who had to walk very carefully not to +touch the fence rails on either side of her. Puss rang his bell, but she +paid no attention to him whatever. She kept right on, swinging her tail +from side to side to brush off the flies. And maybe Puss never would +have passed her if she hadn't all of a sudden, with a loud moo, trotted +into a meadow spread over with butter-cups. + +Well, after a little way, Puss almost ran into a big load of hay, and if +the farmer had kept on going down the road instead of turning into a +gate, I guess Puss would have never caught up with his Good Gray Horse. + +"Gracious me!" said Puss, when the road was clear, "I must make up for +lost time." But just then a big black crow, who was sitting on a fence +post, called out: + + "Where are you going so fast, Sir Cat? + Look out, or the wind will blow off your hat." + +And he flew off the fence and settled on the handlebar. + +"Oh, don't worry! You'll get him, all right," said the crow when Puss +told him what a hard time he was having to overtake his Good Gray Horse. +"I saw him go by a few minutes ago. He looked pretty tired." And then +the old black bird flew away to tell Mrs. Crow that he had seen a pussy +cat in boots riding a bicycle. + + + + +PUSS RECOVERS HIS STEED + + THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, + Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" + The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, + Went hobble, hobble, hobble! + + +"Goodness me!" exclaimed Puss, Junior, as he mounted the bicycle which +the kind owner of the Willow Tree Inn had lent him, "I can't understand +a word the girl says. I asked her if she had seen my Good Gray Horse and +she answers, 'Gobble, gobble, gobble!'" And then little Puss gave a +great sigh, for it's pretty hard luck to have your horse stolen while +asleep in a strange inn, although it's mighty lucky to have the +innkeeper lend you his bicycle. + +Well, after a while and many a mile, the road began to wind up a hill, +so Puss got off and pushed his wheel ahead until by and by he met a +little old man. He held a stick in both hands, on which he leaned as he +hobbled along. + +"Did you see a runaway horse?" asked Puss. + +"I did, indeed, my good Sir Cat," answered the hobble-hobble man. "He +went by but a few minutes ago. There were fairies on his back. I +thought at first I must be dreaming, till I remembered once before in my +life seeing a swarm of fairies, if I might use the word, from yonder +forest in hot pursuit for a bold robber who had waylaid a traveler." + +[Illustration] + +"Thank you," said Puss. "I must catch up with them, for the horse +belongs to me, and this bicycle is a poor substitute." + +"Yes, I should think as much," replied the hobble-hobble man. "But how +are you going to catch him? Those forest fairies are mischievous, and +you will need to pedal fast and furious to overtake them." + +"Never fear," replied Puss, stoutly. "I have a good pair of legs." And, +jumping on his bicycle, he went up the hill at a great rate. On reaching +the top he was delighted to see his Good Gray Horse going down the road +to the valley. + +"Here's where I overtake them," cried Puss, placing his feet on the +coasters. "My bicycle can go downhill faster than a horse. In a few +moments I'll again be astride my faithful steed." + +The dust flew out in a cloud behind him as he swiftly coasted down the +steep road. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling! went his bell as he came nearer +and nearer. "Gid-ap!" cried the fairies, but the Good Gray Horse was +tired. He had gone many miles at a gallop. + +"Whoa!" cried Puss. + +"Gid-ap!" cried the fairies. + +But Puss was now close to them. Standing up on the bicycle seat, he made +a wonderful jump and landed squarely on the saddle of his Good Gray +Horse. And then, with a scream of dismay, the fairies flew away. + + + + +GEORGY PORGY + + +NOW let me see. In the last story Puss had taken his Good Gray Horse +away from the fairies, but didn't know what to do with the bicycle which +he had borrowed from the owner of the Willow Tree Inn! "I can't very +well ride it and lead my horse," said Puss to himself, "nor can I very +well ride my horse and lead the bicycle. What shall I do?" + +A short distance off stood a small red schoolhouse and just then through +the open door came a merry crowd of children. All of a sudden a little +boy with a piece of plum pudding in one hand and a piece of pie in the +other ran swiftly toward Puss. + + Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie, + Kissed the girls and made them cry. + When the boys came out to play + Georgy Porgy ran away + +And after him came a number of boys in hot pursuit. "Please help me get +away from these boys!" cried Georgy Porgy. + +"What have you done?" asked Puss. + +"Oh, I kissed the girls and made them cry," answered Georgy Porgy, "but +it didn't hurt them." + +"How do you know?" asked Puss. + +"Kisses don't hurt," replied Georgy Porgy. + +"But if these boys ever catch me"--looking fearfully over his +shoulder--"they'll give me an awful beating and take away my pie." + +"Do you know where the Willow Tree Inn is?" asked Puss, all of a sudden. + +"Yes, siree--," answered Georgy. + +"Quick!" cried Puss. "Get on this bicycle and take it to the innkeeper. +He lent it to me." + +But, oh, dear me! the boys were now close at hand and Georgy Porgy had +only time enough to give Puss the pie and pudding. "Take 'em," he said, +"I sha'n't have time to eat 'em. I can't eat and ride at the same time!" + +"Go it!" shouted Puss, and, goodness me! how that bicycle did go! + +"Stop! Stop!" yelled the boys. + +"Go it!" screamed Puss. "Don't let them catch you!" + +And Georgy Porgy didn't! No, siree! Then all of a sudden the recess bell +rang, and of course the boys had to turn back. + +"I think I'll be jogging along, too," said Puss to himself. "They might +throw a stone at me for helping Georgy." And he galloped past the +schoolhouse and was soon out of sight. + + + + +A JOLLY GALLOP + + +"WELL, well, well!" cried Puss, Junior, to himself, as he pulled in his +Good Gray Horse after leaving the little red schoolhouse far behind. "It +was lucky for me that Georgy Porgy happened to come my way. Otherwise, +how would I have been able to return the bicycle to the innkeeper?" And +after that he walked his horse until he came to a stream, on the banks +of which stood an old mill. The mill pond was rimmed with overhanging +willow trees, and the water trickled over the dam with a soft, gurgling +noise. Through the sluiceway the water ran in a swift stream, turning +the old wheel around and around. + +Puss dismounted, and after his horse had taken a drink he cropped the +fresh green grass, while Puss lay down in the shade. + + "Margaret wrote a letter, + Sealed it with her finger, + Threw it in the dam + For the dusty miller. + Dusty was his coat, + Dusty was the siller, + Dusty was the kiss + From the dusty miller. + If I had my pockets + Full of gold and siller, + I would give it all + To my dusty miller." + +[Illustration] + +Goodness me! Puss must have fallen asleep in the shade of the old willow +tree. It was a sleepy place, and the water trickling over the dam made +one dream of silver fishes! Puss rubbed his eyes and listened: + + "If I had my pockets + Full of gold and siller, + I would give it all + To my dusty miller." + +"Would you really?" asked Puss, looking up at a pretty girl leaning +against a tree close by. It was she who had sung this little song, you +see. + +"Oh, dear me! I thought I was all alone," she sighed. + +"So did I," said Puss, "until you woke me." + +"Were you asleep?" asked the pretty girl. + +"Asleep and dreaming," answered our small hero. + +"So was I--I mean I was dreaming," said the pretty girl, in a low voice. + +"Yonder stands my Good Gray Horse. Would you like to ride with me?" +asked Puss. + +"Yes, indeed," replied the girl, quickly. "Take me for a jolly gallop." +And the next minute she and Puss, Junior, were racing down the road. + + + + +THE RUNAWAY + + "MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring; + Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; + With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, + And a merry sing-song, happy let us be. + + "Merry have we met, and merry have we been, + Merry let us part, and merry meet again; + With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, + And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be." + + +"Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior, pulling in his Good Gray Horse. + +"You've given me a lovely ride," said the pretty girl. "It is more than +a mile from the mill. I live just over there," pointing to a cottage on +the hillside. + +"Shall I take you up to the gate?" asked Puss. "No, I'll get off here, +thank you," she replied, "and I shall never forget how nice you've been. +I was quite unhappy before you spoke to me at the old mill pond." + + "Merry have we met, and merry have we been, + Merry let us part, and merry meet again," + +said Puss, stretching out his paw. + +"How well you remember my song!" said the pretty girl, waving her hand +to Puss as he rode away. + +[Illustration] + +He had gone but a short distance when he heard the clatter of hoofs. +Looking back, he was startled to see a horse and wagon come tearing down +the road. + +"A runaway!" he exclaimed, quickly drawing to one side. In a few minutes +the frightened horse rushed by. In the wagon was a little old man, +clinging tightly to the reins and with great difficulty keeping his +horse in the middle of the road. In an instant Puss set off in pursuit. +Pretty soon his Good Gray Horse drew close to the wagon. "Don't give +up!" cried Puss. "Hold on tight!" The little old man did his best, but +by this time his horse had become unmanageable and, turning suddenly to +the right, dashed up a steep bank. With a snap, the harness broke and +away went the frightened animal. + +"Let the pesky brute go," exclaimed the old man. "He'll get tired of +running and come home by and by." + +"You may have my horse," cried Puss. And in a few minutes the harness +was mended and Puss and the little old man drove off down the road. + + + + +HUMPTY-BUMPTY + + +HUMPTY-BUMPTY, bump! went the wagon, as the Good Gray Horse trotted +along. "Very poor springs on this wagon," cried Puss, his teeth knocking +together as they crossed a rough bit of road. + +"You are not used to farm wagons, my good Sir Cat," the little old man +replied. + +"You are right," said Puss. + +"Did you ever hear the conundrum in rhyme about + + "'Thirty white horses upon a red hill, + Now they tramp, now they champ, + Now they all stand still'?" + +asked the little old man. + +"No," replied Puss. "But who ever saw a red hill?" + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the little old man, showing how very few teeth he had +to chatter. "Why, the thirty white horses are your teeth, and the red +hill is your gums. Ha, ha!" + +"He, he!" laughed Puss. "Gid-ap, my Good Gray Horse. Let us rattle the +thirty white horses upon a red hill, let them tramp and champ, but never +stand still!" And away went the wagon clattering after the Gray Horse, +bumpty-bumpty, bump! + +"Hold on!" cried the little old man. "If I have but few teeth, I have +old bones! Do you wish to shake me to bits?" + +"Whoa!" cried Puss, but the Good Gray Horse evidently thought it great +fun, for on he went at a still faster clip. The boards in the bottom of +the wagon flew up and down and the wooden seat swayed back and forth. Up +and down, bumpty-bumpty, bump! went the little old man. + +"Pull him in!" he cried. "Pull on the lines! Don't let your horse run +away!" + +Puss tugged at the reins, but the Good Gray Horse had the bit between +his teeth. He stuck out his head and tail and let his feet fly. Over the +stones bumped the wagon, up on one side and then down on the other. Poor +Puss had all he could do to keep from falling out, and the little old +man clung to the side boards and cried, "Pull on the lines!" + +"I am," panted Puss, "but it doesn't do any good." + +"Pull harder!" yelled the little old man. + +"Can't," replied Puss, now breathless from the bumping of the wagon. +"Can't pull one little bit harder." + +"Turn him in yonder lane!" screamed the little old man. "That's my lane! +It leads into the barnyard." + +Well, it was mighty lucky that Puss managed to turn up the lane, and in +another moment they were racing into the yard, but before Puss could +stop him the Good Gray Horse went head first into the haymow and +headlong over the dashboard went Puss and the little old man. + + + + +THE HAYMOW + + +IT was a mighty lucky thing that the Good Gray Horse in the last story +ran into the haymow instead of the corncrib. Well, as soon as Puss +picked himself up the Good Gray Horse pulled his head out of the haymow. +He had gone in quite deep, for he was going at a great rate, and it's a +wonder he didn't go right through the great mound of hay. + +"Whew! Miew!" cried Puss, pulling wisps of hay out of his hair and +dusting off the tops of his red boots. "That was a pretty sudden stop!" + +"Yes, but it turned out all right," said the little old man. "It was +about the best way to stop your horse, methinks. It was lucky there was +hay in the way, I should say." + +"How could you be such a bad old thing?" asked Puss, stroking the Good +Gray Horse on the nose. "The idea of your running away with us!" + +The Good Gray Horse made no reply, however. He looked a little foolish, +but, beyond that, he seemed very much the same, except that his collar +was pushed up over his ears and his harness twisted about his neck. + +"Well, put him in the stable," said the little old man. "We'll give him +a good bed and some oats. My own horse may show up some time this +evening--that is, if he ever gets tired of running." + +[Illustration] + +After the Good Gray Horse was made comfortable the little old man led +Puss, Junior, into the house. + +"Mother," he called out, as he opened the door, "here is a visitor for +you." + +A queer little old woman arose from her rocking chair and came forward. +"What! a cat!" she exclaimed, throwing up her hands in dismay. "John, +you know I don't like cats!" + +"Then, madam," said Puss, Junior, politely, "I'll not trespass on your +hospitality," and he turned to leave. + +"Not so, not so!" cried the little old man. "Mother, you don't +understand what has happened. This noble cat has done me a good turn. My +old mare ran away and he kindly hitched up his Good Gray Horse to my +wagon and brought me home." + +"Ah," said the little old man's wife, "that's another story. This cat is +no ordinary cat. Let him make himself comfortable while I go and see +about supper." + +But Puss still hesitated. + +"You are indeed welcome," said the little old woman, peering over her +glasses to get a good look at him; "you shall stay and rest yourself, +for you have helped my good man, and whoever does my man a good turn +shall never go unrewarded." + + + + +CHAUFFEUR TAFFY + + +"HIGH-HO, how the winds blow!" exclaimed little Puss, Junior, as he rode +along on his Good Gray Horse toward the castle of my Lord Carabas to see +his dear father, Puss in Boots. + +But New Mother Goose Land is a big country and Puss did not realize how +long a journey it was. You see, he had been seeking adventures for so +long and had traveled so far--sometimes on the back of his good friend, +Goosey Goosey Gander, sometimes in the airship whose captain was a downy +goose and the sailors four and twenty doves, and then, again, on +broomsticks and umbrellas and baskets that flew in the air with their +old women owners--that now, once more astride of his Good Gray Horse who +had carried him many a mile in Old Mother Goose Land he felt he would +soon be with his father. + +Well, as Puss rode along he came to a bend in the road where an +automobile stood. It had evidently broken down, for the chauffeur was +tinkering with the machinery. + +All of a sudden a blackbird perched herself on the fence along the road +and began to sing: + + "Taffy was a chauffeur, Taffy was a loafer, + Taffy broke a tire everywhere he went. + His master soon grew tired, Taffy he was fired; + Taffy he was fired without another cent. + + "Taffy came to master's house; master wasn't in. + Taffy made an awful row, kicked up such a din. + He blew on his auto horn, blew with all his might; + Everyone but Taffy ran away in fright." + +"Whoa there!" cried Puss, Junior, and the blackbird must have thought it +was meant for her, for she stopped her song and looked at our small +hero. And of course the Good Gray Horse stopped, and Taffy--well, he +crawled out from under the automobile and scowled at the blackbird. And +this made Puss, Junior, laugh, and the Good Gray Horse cough and the +blackbird snicker, all of which made Taffy very red in the face. + +"Tell-tale-tit, your tongue shall be slit," he cried, but the blackbird +clapped her wings and flew away. And after that Puss, Junior, said +gid-ap to his horse and rode off, leaving Taffy to finish mending his +automobile. And after a little while the blackbird came back and settled +herself on the head of the Good Gray Horse. + +"Where are you going?" she said. + +"To visit my father, Puss in Boots," replied our little hero. + + + + +THREE LITTLE KITTENS + + THREE little kittens lost their mittens + And they began to cry, + "Oh, mother dear, we very much fear + That we have lost our mittens." + + +"I'll help you find them," cried Puss, Junior, looking in through the +door of a little green house. + +"Will you?" said a little tabby cat. + +"I think we lost them by the woodpile," said a little gray kitten. + +"Perhaps we dropped them while playing hide and go seek," said a cute +black kitty. + +"Come on, my little pussyfoots," cried Puss, Junior, with a grin. "I'm +pretty good at finding things--except people--I can't find my dear +father." + +"How did you lose him?" asked the first little kitty, as they all ran +out into the back yard. + +"I don't know any more than you know how you lost your mittens," replied +Puss, Junior, with a laugh. + +"If you find our mittens we'll help you find your father," cried the +three little kittens. But, hunt as they might, no mittens were to be +found. Under the woodpile and back of the old well, behind the woodshed +and under the grape arbor, they hunted, but in vain. + +[Illustration] + +"You naughty kittens! Lost your mittens! Then you shall have no pie!" + +"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow." + +"No, you shall have no pie." + +"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow." + +"Have you looked in the barn?" asked Puss. + +"No," cried the three little kittens. + +"Well, that's a good place to look if you've been playing there," +suggested Puss. So they all ran out to the barn. But just as they +entered the big door a little mouse scurried into a hole and a big gray +rat ran into the corn bin. + +"Look here, little mouse, if you'll tell us whether you've seen any +mittens we won't hurt you," cried Puss. But the little mouse didn't +reply. + +"My dear Mr. Rat," said Puss, Junior, speaking into a crack of the corn +bin, "if you'll tell us whether you have seen any mittens we'll promise +not to touch you." But the rat didn't answer. + +"They're afraid of you," said the little black kitty. + +"Then you ask them," whispered Puss, Junior. + +"Did you see our mittens?" whispered the black kitty to the little +mouse. + +"Yes," replied a squeaky voice. "I saw some mittens in the tool closet." +Then the little black kitty ran over to the tool closet, and pretty soon +he came dancing out on his two hind legs. "Here they are! Here they +are!" he cried, with a happy purr. + + + + +MR. RAT + + THE three little kittens found their mittens, + And they began to cry, + "Oh, mother dear, see here, see here! + See, we have found our mittens." + + +"Thank you," said the black kitty, as the little mouse peeped out of her +house, "thank you very much for telling us where our mittens were." + +"We promise never to hurt you," cried the three little kittens. + +Puss, Junior, walked over to the corn bin. "Look here, Mr. Rat," he +said, in a gruff voice, "as long as you were so mean not to tell us +where the mittens were, I won't promise not to catch you." + +"You'd better wait till you get the chance," replied the rat, looking +down from the top of the bin. + +"Just wait till we grow up, Mr. Rat," said the three little kittens, +looking very fierce with their whiskers standing out straight from their +little fat cheeks and their tails twice their natural size. "You had +better not be too sure of yourself. + + "For many a rat who has spoken like that + Has been caught when he least was aware. + So you'd better look out what you are about, + For we are three kittens who dare." + +"That's the way to talk to him," said Puss, Junior, admiringly. "We'll +scare him to death, anyway." + +"No, you won't," said the rat. "You don't know who I am. I'm the rat +'that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.'" + +"Oh, you are, are you?" said Puss. "Well, what are you doing here?" + +"Making a visit," replied the rat. + +"Look out," advised Puss, "or you may not find it a pleasant one." + +"Nonsense!" replied the rat with a loud laugh. "Who's afraid of three +little kittens? They can't even find their mittens." Before he had time +to say another word Puss, Junior, sprang on top of the corn bin. Away +went the rat, over the barn floor, out through the open door, down the +path to the road. Puss, Junior, kicked off his red-topped boots and went +after him. + +"Go it, Puss, dear!" screamed three little kittens. "Catch him!" + +The ground was covered with a light fall of snow, but this made no +difference to Puss, Junior. He was a big, strong, healthy cat, and he +didn't mind running barefoot in the snow. This was not the case with +Mr. Rat, however. Very soon his feet became so cold that he could hardly +run, and before he reached the gate Puss pounced upon him. + +"Look here," said Puss, fiercely, holding him down on the frozen +ground--"look here, Mr. Rat, we don't want you around here any longer. +Do you understand?" + +"I'll promise to go back to Jack's house if you'll let me up." + +"All right," said Puss. "Now go!" And away went the frightened rat. + + + + +A BIG TUMBLE + + "PUT on your mittens, you silly kittens, + And you shall have some pie. + Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r." + "Oh, let us have the pie, + Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r." + + +Mrs. Cat stood in the doorway of her little house and again she called +out, "Put on your mittens, you silly kittens." + +"And I'll pull on my boots," said Puss, Junior, running back to the +barn. "My toes are almost frozen." + +"Has the horrid old rat really gone?" asked the three little kittens. + +"He has," replied Puss. "Didn't you see me catch him just before he +reached the gate?" + +"There was so much snow flying about that we couldn't see very well," +said the gray kitten. + +"Well, I caught him, all right," replied Puss, pulling on his boots, +"but he begged me so hard to let him go that I did. He promised he'd +never come back." + +"If he really is the 'rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that +Jack built' I don't believe Jack will be very glad to see him," said +the little tabby cat, pulling on her mittens. + +"My paws are almost frozen," cried the little gray kitten. "I'm so glad +we have found our mittens." + +"Good-by, mousie," cried the little black kitten, going up to the mouse +hole and peeping in. "We all thank you very much for telling us where +our mittens were. We're going into the house now, for mother has some +pie for us. We'll bring you out a little piece of crust in a few +minutes." + +"Don't forget!" she answered, peeping out of her hole. "Bring us three +pieces, for I have two little children who are very fond of pie crust." + +"You be sure to save a little piece of crust," said the black kitty to +the tabby kit, "and you, too," he said, turning to the gray kitten; +"then we'll have three pieces!" + +"Let's close the barn door," said Puss, before they started off for the +house. "The little mouse may freeze if we leave it open." + +It was a very big barn door that ran on little iron wheels, and it +wasn't easy to move. "Push!" cried Puss, bracing his feet against the +side of the barn. + +"We can't push any harder," cried the three little kittens. + +"Try again," said Puss. "Now, all together, heave ho, heave ho!" The big +door began to move. "Push!" cried Puss. "It's beginning to move." + +The three little kittens did their best, and pretty soon the little +wheels went round and round, faster and faster, until all of a sudden +the big door bumped into the other end of the doorway, sending Puss, +Junior, and the three little kittens head over heels into the snow. + + + + +HUNGRY KITTENS + + +"GOODNESS, what a bump!" cried the little black kitty, wiping the snow +from his eyes. + +"Gracious! what a bump!" said Puss, scrambling up from the ground. "I +think I felt it more than the old barn door, for I was underneath, you +see, and you were piled on top of me." + +The three little kittens felt very sorry and commenced to brush the +snowflakes from his fur coat. "There's snow in your boot legs," said the +little gray kitten, standing on tiptoe and looking down Puss, Junior's, +boots. "Don't you feel it? I should think it would make you shiver." + +"I'll soon find out," said Puss, pulling them off and turning them +upside down. + +"Are they wet inside?" asked the tabby kitten, anxiously. + +"Not very," said Puss, squinting up one eye and peering in. + +"If they are," said the little black kitten, "mother will dry them for +you at the fire." + +Then: + + The three little kittens put on their mittens, + And soon ate up the pie. + "Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear + That we have soiled our mittens." + +While Puss was busy placing his boots before the kitchen stove the three +little kittens seated themselves at the table. + +[Illustration] + +"Why don't you take off your mittens?" Puss asked. "I guess you're so +hungry you can't wait," he added with a laugh. + +It took but a short time for his boots to dry, for there was a big, +blazing fire in the stove. + +"Don't you want something to eat?" asked Mrs. Cat, coming over to Puss. +"You have very pretty boots," she continued, lifting up one and looking +at it with much admiration. + +"Yes, they are nice boots," said Puss, Junior. "They were made for my +famous father, Puss in Boots. Mr. Solomon Grundy, who was born on a +Monday, made them years ago for my father. And one day, it was only last +week, when I stopped at his store, I saw a notice in his window that he +had died on Saturday and was buried on Sunday, and that was the end of +Solomon Grundy." + +"Too bad," said Mrs. Cat. + +"When I went into the store," continued Puss, "Mrs. Grundy took them +down from a shelf and sold them to me. Then she went across the street +to ask an old friend where my father lived, but she couldn't find +out--her friend didn't know or couldn't remember--so here I am, still +searching for my daddy." + +"Too bad," said Mrs. Cat again. "I'm really very sorry. But do not give +up hope, for you will find him I am sure." + + + + +KITTENS WASH MITTENS + + +AFTER Mrs. Cat had powdered Puss, Junior's, toes so that they would slip +easily into his boots she turned to see what the three little kittens +were doing. They had just finished eating the pie. She had been so +interested in hearing how Puss, Junior, had found his red-top boots that +she hadn't heard them say: + + "Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear + That we have soiled our mittens." + +"What!" exclaimed Mrs. Cat. "Soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!" + + Then they began to sigh, + "Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow." + Then they began to sigh, + "Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow." + +"Take them off at once," cried Mrs. Cat. + +"We will, mother," said the three little kittens. + +"I can't imagine why you kept them on," said Mrs. Cat. + +"We were so hungry we didn't have time to take them off," said the +little black kitten. + +"My fingers were so cold I thought I'd leave them on," cried the tabby +kitten. + +"I didn't think about anything," sobbed the little gray kitten. "I just +looked at the pie, and then I forgot I had on mittens." + +[Illustration] + +Mrs. Cat stood with her front paws on her hips, looking first from one +little kitten to another. + +"Did you ever see anything like children?" she sighed, turning to Puss, +Junior. + +"My dear madam, forgive them this once. They were so excited over +finding the pie that they lost their heads." + +"It's a good thing they are tied on," said Mrs. Cat, with a laugh; "they +might not be found as easily as the mittens." + +The three little kittens looked very much ashamed. Then the little black +kitten ran over to the washtubs and, jumping on a stool, turned the +hot-water faucet. His mother handed him a big cake of soap, and in +another minute the other two little kittens climbed up beside him. + +"What are you going to do?" asked Mrs. Cat, with a sly wink at Puss, +Junior. + +"Never mind, mother, dear. Please don't look." And they commenced to +scrub their mittens. And when they had them all covered with lather they +dipped them into the water and squeezed them until the soapsuds looked +like a snow drift, and after that they all reached down and pulled out +the stopper, and when the soapy water was all gone they filled the tub +again with nice, clean water and washed the mittens all over again. But, +oh, dear me! the water was so deep that the little gray kitten wet her +little pink sleeve. + + + + +PIE FOR MRS. MOUSE + + THE three little kittens washed their mittens + And hung them up to dry. + "Oh, mother dear, do you not hear + That we have washed our mittens?" + + +Sure enough, all the mittens were washed and neatly hung on the +clothesline. But the clothesline was so high that Puss had been forced +to climb a stepladder. The kittens had stood below, their little paws +full of clothespins, and every time Puss needed a pin one of them had +climbed up and handed it to him. + + "Washed your mittens! Oh, you're good kittens. + But I smell a rat close by. + Hush! Hush! mee-ow, mee-ow. + We smell a rat close by, + Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!" + +cried Mrs. Cat. + +When Puss heard this he ran around the house. I guess he expected to +find the "rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built." +But Mrs. Cat had made a mistake, for there was no rat to be seen. +Instead, there stood the little mouse who two or three stories ago had +told the black kitty where to find their mittens. + +"What do you want?" asked Puss, Junior, kindly. + +"I think the three little kittens have forgotten their promise to give +me three pieces of pie. I've been waiting in the barn all this time." + +"Kittens!" cried Puss. + +The three little kittens came tumbling around the house. But the little +mouse ran behind a tree. + +"Did you forget to save some pie crust for the little mouse and her two +children?" asked Puss. + +"Of course not!" replied the three kittens. + +"I tucked a little piece under my plate," said the gray kitten. + +"I put a little piece in the old clock," said the tabby kitten. + +"And I put mine behind the big shell on the mantelpiece," cried the +black kitty. + +"Go and get them," said Puss, "for Mrs. Mouse can't be kept waiting; her +babies out in the barn will be crying for her." + +The three little kittens ran into the house, and pretty soon returned +with the pie crust. + +"We'll carry it out to the barn for you," they cried. + +So the little mouse ran ahead, and when she was safe in the barn she +waited until the kittens had placed the three little pieces of pie crust +on the floor. As soon as they had gone the little mouse came out and +carried the pie crust into her house. + + + + +SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE + + SING a song of sixpence, + A pocketful of rye, + Four and twenty blackbirds + Baked in a pie. + + When the pie was opened + The birds began to sing. + Wasn't that a dainty dish + To set before the king? + + +Well, when little Puss, Junior, heard those blackbirds singing he halted +before the castle and knocked on the gate. + +"You must have a thousand canaries." + +"Canaries nothing," replied the old retainer. "The King's twenty-four +blackbirds are singing." + +But, goodness, gracious me! all of a sudden something happened. And it +was even worse than when the raven cried, "Croak!" and the farmer's mare +fell down and broke her knee. For just then, while + + The maid was in the garden + Hanging out the clothes, + Down came a blackbird + And snapped off her nose. + +[Illustration] + +Perhaps he was angry because he hadn't been invited to sing for the +King. I'm sure I don't know, but, anyway, he was a mighty mean bird, let +me tell you. + +"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried the poor maid, and she sat down on a garden +bench and began to weep. Just then the four and twenty blackbirds jumped +out of the pie and flew into the garden to look for that naughty bird. +But they couldn't find him. Oh, dear, no! He was far away by that time, +maybe at the North Pole of Mother Goose Land, which they tell me is a +frosted stick of sugar candy. + +"Oh, what shall I do?" sobbed the maid, still holding her poor nose in +her hands. + +"You had better call in the doctor," suggested Puss. + +"He lives a good two miles from here," said the old retainer, "and our +telephone is out of order." + +"I'll go fetch him," said Puss. "Dry your eyes, pretty maid!" And, +jumping on his Good Gray Horse, he galloped away. And the four and +twenty blackbirds flew after him so that in case the naughty blackbird +came back to nip little Puss, Junior's, nose they would be there to +protect him. + + + + +DOCTOR FOSTER + + DOCTOR FOSTER went to Glo'ster + In a shower of rain; + He stepped in a puddle up to his middle, + And never went there again. + + +Which was a mighty lucky thing, for, goodness knows, perhaps the poor +maid never would have had her nose mended if Puss hadn't found the good +doctor at home. + +Well, as soon as he learned what was the matter, he jumped up behind +Puss, and the Good Gray Horse kicked out his heels and galloped away, +and the four and twenty blackbirds trailed after them, and pretty soon, +not so very long, they came to the Blackbird-pie Castle. There sat the +poor maid in the garden, still holding her nose in her hand. + +"Let's see it," said the doctor, opening his little black bag and taking +out medicine and bandages. + +"I'm afraid it's half gone," sobbed the maid, "I don't want to look at +it." + +[Illustration] + +"But I do," said the doctor. "Otherwise, how can I mend it?" And I guess +he was right, for he was the most famous doctor in all Mother Goose +Land. Well, as soon as she took away her hand he said: + +"It's not as bad as it might be. It still looks like a nose!" + +"Does it?" she sobbed. + +"Oh yes," said the doctor, turning to Puss and the old retainer. "You'll +hardly know the blackbird touched it after I get through." + +"Maybe he only pinched it," said Puss. + +"Or only tweaked it," said the old retainer. + +"Perhaps he thought it was a cherry," laughed the doctor, putting on +some powder. + +And then the maid began to smile. "It feels much better already," she +said. + +"Well it's always a good thing to call in the doctor," said the learned +man. "You never can tell what may happen," and, picking up his little +black bag, he held out his hand. "Two shillings, please!" + +"Mercy me!" she cried. "I haven't had my wages for this month." + +"What did you do with last month's?" asked the doctor, but before she +could reply one of the four and twenty blackbirds dropped a gold piece +in his hand. I guess he felt dreadfully ashamed to think that one of his +brothers had pinched a pretty girl's nose. + + + + +A MISCOUNT + + THE King was in his counting-house, + Counting out his money; + The Queen was in the parlor, + Eating bread and honey. + + +And now let us see where little Puss, Junior, was. Oh yes, I remember +now. He was in the garden of the Blackbird-pie Castle, where the poor +maid's nose had been nipped by a naughty, bad blackbird. Well, after the +good Doctor had gone, the old retainer took Puss to see the King, who +was so busy counting his money that he didn't even look up. + +"Your Worship," began the retainer. + +"What do you want?" asked the King, angrily. "I've just counted up to +three trillion two hundred and thirty-seven billion, nine hundred and +forty-eight million, seven hundred and fifteen thousand, four hundred +and--and--now you've gone and made me miss, and I'll have to count all +over again." + +"Start off at four hundred. A few sovereigns less won't matter to a +king," said little Puss, Junior. + +"I'm not so sure about that," replied His Majesty, taking off his crown +and scratching his head. "One likes to be right as well as King!" + +"Nobody said, my lord!" cried the old retainer. "But consider your +health. Let's take this wise cat's suggestion and quit for the time +being." + +"All right," said the King. "Let's go find the Queen." + +She was in the parlor eating bread and honey. "How do you do, my dear +Puss, Junior?" she cried. + +"I am very well, thank Your Majesty," he replied. + +"I have just heard what valuable assistance you have rendered our +court," continued the Queen. + +Puss would have blushed had not his cheeks been covered with whiskers. + +"I did but do my duty, Your Majesty," he replied. + +"What's that?" asked the King. + +"Did you not hear, my lord?" cried the Queen. "Our maid had her nose +bitten by a naughty blackbird, and our little friend here quickly +fetched the Doctor, bringing him on his Good Gray Horse in short time." + +"Indeed!" exclaimed His Majesty. "I will reward him. He shall have a +castle and a retinue." + +"Your Royal Highness," exclaimed Puss, Junior, "I am overwhelmed with +your generosity, but I needs must decline your offer. For until I find +my father, the famous Puss in Boots, I may not rest upon my journey +except for sleep and refreshment." + +[Illustration] + +"Zounds!" exclaimed the King. "You are a gallant cat. Would that all my +subjects were as faithful to their duty as you are! But," he added, +with a smile, "you shall rest here for the night, for a good dinner and +a sound sleep will make you travel the faster on the morrow." + +The Queen by this time had finished her bread and honey. + +"Come out on the terrace," she suggested, "for it is cool and pleasant +there, and the flowers are very beautiful. I would show Sir Cat our +flower garden." + +The King, therefore, gave his arm to the Queen and Puss gallantly held +up her train, the three walking slowly out upon the broad terrace. The +sun was quite low in the sky, for it was late in the afternoon. The big +hills to the westward seemed to hold up the sky, and Puss wondered +whether the jolly old sun would not bump himself as he slid down over +the edge of the world. + +"Come, Puss dear, take my hand," said the Queen. She then went over and +sat down on a marble bench. Picking up Puss, she held him in her arms +and commenced to sing, and presently he fell fast asleep. The Queen +looked up at the King and said, "Is he not a dear little cat?" and the +King for answer took from his purse several gold pieces and tucked them +away in Puss, Junior's, pocket. + + + + +PLUM PUDDING STORY + + +WHEN Puss, Junior, awoke from his nap he was surprised to find himself +in the Queen's lap. It was growing dark and for a moment he wondered +where he was. "Don't ask where you are, my dear Puss," laughed the +Queen, "for you are safe and well." + +"Your Majesty," said Puss, rubbing his eyes, "I was also very +comfortable. Pardon me for dropping off to sleep in your presence." + +Just then a page appeared and announced that dinner was served. The King +arose and offered his arm to the Queen, Puss following quietly after. As +he stepped down the great stairway to the royal dining room he heard +some one singing in a deep voice: + + "When good King Arthur ruled this land, + He was a goodly King; + He stole three pecks of barley meal + To make a bag pudding. + + "A bag pudding the King did make + And stuffed it well with plums, + And in it put great lumps of fat + As big as my two thumbs. + + "The King and Queen did eat thereof, + And noblemen beside; + And what they could not eat that night + The Queen next morning fried." + +"Plum pudding!" said Puss to himself. "That sounds pretty nice," and he +followed the King and Queen into the great dining hall. Many noblemen +were present and the table was a most gorgeous affair. Silver tankards +and wonderful gold dishes gleamed in the candlelight. Puss was very much +impressed and behaved beautifully. And when the plum pudding came on the +table the same deep voice began to sing: + + "And what they could not eat that night + The Queen next morning fried." + +"Puss," said the Queen in a whisper, "let's finish the pudding between +us! I know you'd like some more, and so would I. Moreover," she added in +a still lower whisper, "I don't intend getting up early to-morrow +morning to fry what's left over--so let us finish it to-night." + +Presently the court fool came running in, his fool's cap all ajingle +with bells. He capered about, swinging up and down a little stick which +was also covered with tiny bells. These were silver, and the ones in his +cap were of gold, so that the sound was very sweet. + +The next morning Puss mounted his Good Gray Horse and rode away, and +after a while he came to a great mound of earth in which was a little +wooden door on leather hinges. + +"What sort of a house is this?" thought Puss. And then, as if in answer +to his question, the door opened and there stood a big brown bear +dressed in a fur overcoat. And, oh, dear me! at first Puss was startled, +and the Good Gray Horse reared on his hind legs. But the big brown bear +didn't growl. Not even a little bit. He just smiled as only a brown bear +can, and said: + + "If you have money + I'll sell you some honey." + +So Puss jumped down and followed the bear into his hill house, for Puss +was curious to see what kind of a home this big, smiling brown bear had, +you see. + +Well, I want you to know it was a mighty nice sort of a place. There was +a big fireplace with great immense crackling logs, and over it, on the +mantelpiece, were two beautiful carved candlesticks made from deers' +horns, and a cuckoo clock. And just then out came the little cuckoo +herself and began to sing. + + + + +"ONE I LOVE, TWO I LOVE" + + ONE, I love; two, I love; + Three, I love, I say; + Four, I love with all my heart; + Five, I cast away. + Six, he loves; seven, she loves; + Eight, both love. + Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries; + Eleven, he courts, and twelve, he marries. + + +On a big stone by the wayside sat a little boy and girl. She held a +daisy in her hand, from which she slowly picked off the petals as she +counted: + +"One, I love; two I love." + +"Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior. + +"Three, I love, I say." + +Both the children looked up. "What a dandy cat," cried the little girl, +"and what a beautiful horse." + +"Give us a ride?" asked the little boy. + +"Do you know how to ride?" asked Puss, with a grin. + +"I can ride my rocking horse ever so fast," the little boy replied. + +"So can I," said the little girl. + +"Stand on the stone," said Puss. "I'll ride up close, and then you both +can climb up behind me. Easy there!" cried Puss, guiding the Good Gray +Horse up to the children, who stood close together on the big high +stone. "Now climb up behind me," and in a minute the two children had +scrambled on to the saddle. "Gid-ap!" and off went the Good Gray Horse +on a canter. + +"Isn't this great?" cried the little boy. + +"Isn't it lovely?" said the little girl. + +"One, I love; two, I love; three, I love, I say; four, I love with all +my heart," sang Puss. "There are just four of us. You two and my Good +Gray Horse and I." + +"But that isn't the way," said the little girl. "You must count the +petals!" + +"Oh, is that so?" asked Puss. "I like my way just the same." + +"So do I," said the little boy. "All four of us are pretty good chums +already." + +And the Good Gray Horse whinnied, as much as to say: "I'm a good friend. +See what I'm doing--carrying you all so nicely on my big, broad back?" + +"That settles it," said Puss. "My Good Gray Horse likes it that way." + +"There's our house over there," cried the little girl. "We'd better get +off here." + +"All right," and Puss helped them down. "Good-by, good-by," and then the +two children ran up the path to tell mother all about it. + + + + +LITTLE JENNY WREN + + AS little Jenny Wren, + Was sitting by her shed + She waggled with her tail, + She nodded with her head. + She waggled with her tail + And nodded with her head, + As little Jennie Wren + Was sitting by her shed. + + +"May I put up my Good Gray Horse for the night?" asked Puss, Junior. + +"You may, my good Sir Cat," replied the little bird. "Hay you will find +for his supper, and straw for his bedding." + +So Puss, Junior, jumped down and led his steed inside the big red barn +and, after tying him in the stall, he looked around for a pitchfork. + +"What are you looking for?" asked little Jenny Wren. + +"A pitchfork, my dear," announced Puss. "I must spread straw for my +horse so that he may rest comfortably, and bring in some hay from the +mow for his supper. My paws will not do, so I must ask you where I may +find the pitchfork." + +"Here it is, my good Sir Cat. Now let me see you use it," answered +little Jenny Wren, flying over to the opposite side of the shed and +lighting on the handle of a large hay fork. + +"Now, my little Lady Wren," cried Puss, after spreading the straw about +the stall until he had a fine bed for the horse, "show me, if you +please, the haymow, for I must give him some hay." + +"I will show you the oats bin, also," said the Wren, "and here is the +measure. You must lift this little wooden slide, but see that you don't +spill the grain on the floor." + +Lifting the slide ever so little, Puss held the measure carefully under +the wooden trough until it was filled. Then he carried it over to his +horse, who neighed twice, as much as to say, "Thank you." + +"And now," said Jenny Wren, "what about yourself, my Lord Cat?" + +"Lord Cat!" laughed Puss. "Do lords tend their own steeds? I fear the +word Sir is even out of place." + +"Never mind," said little Jenny Wren, "you have the manners of a +gentleman, and that is enough for me." + +"Thank you," said Puss. + +"Come, follow me," cried Jenny Wren, and she led Puss into a pretty +little cottage close by. "Hang up your cap and place your stick behind +the door, and then wash your hands in my room. By that time I shall have +supper ready for you." + + + + +THE MISCHIEVOUS RAVEN + + A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare-- + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair-- + Lumpety, lumpety, lump! + + +"Can you direct me to the wise man who lives in yonder village?" asked +Puss, Junior, bowing politely to the farmer's pretty daughter. + +"Whoa!" cried the farmer to his gray mare. + +"Isn't he a lovely cat?" whispered his daughter. + +"What did you say?" asked the farmer, looking Puss, Junior, over from +head to toe. + +"I merely inquired," replied Puss, haughtily, "if you could direct me to +the wise man in yonder town?" + +"Whoa!" cried the farmer as the old gray mare started off. "Whoa, there! +Can't you hear the gentleman cat addressing your master?" + +"Whoa, Betsy," coaxed the farmer's pretty daughter. + +"Well, Sir Cat," said the farmer, as soon as the old mare became quiet, +"we have several men in our town who think they are wise, but some of us +farmers don't quite agree with them." + +And then, all of a sudden, something dreadful happened. + + A raven cried croak! And they all tumbled down-- + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown-- + Lumpety, lumpety, lump! + +And, oh, dear me, the farmer's pretty daughter dropped the mirror from +her vanity bag, and it broke all to smithereens and she felt so unhappy +about it that she began to cry. And then: + + The mischievous raven flew laughing away-- + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + And vowed he would serve them the same the next day, + Lumpety, lumpety, lump! + +"Botheration!" cried the farmer, rubbing the bump on the top of his +head. "That raven is angry because I set up a scarecrow in my +cornfield." + +"Well, father," said his daughter, "our mare can't take us to town. What +shall we do?" + +"You get up behind Sir Puss and ride to town," he replied. "I'll take +the mare home. That's the best way, I guess." + + + + +CANDY TOWN + + +PUSS, JUNIOR, helped the farmer's pretty daughter into the saddle, and +then away went the Good Gray Horse to Candy Town. Well, after maybe a +mile and a laugh and smile, Puss said, "I feel just like a Knight of the +Round Table, for I have rescued a maiden in distress." And this made the +farmer's pretty daughter laugh till her cheeks grew red as two apples. + +"Well, then, I shall call you Sir Cat," she said, and this so pleased +Puss that he began to purr at a great rate. It was great fun, he +thought. And the farmer's daughter thought it great sport, too, I +imagine, for she began to sing a little song, and this is the way it +went: + + "Heigh-ho, over we go, + Pussy and I to town, + What does he wish? A nice little fish, + And I a silken gown. + But where is the money to buy all that, + Unless I may borrow from Sir Pussy Cat?" + +"Of course you may," cried Puss. "Just wait till we get to town." + +And then the farmer's pretty daughter blushed very red. "I was only in +fun," she said. + +[Illustration] + +"But I wasn't," replied Puss. + +"Why, have you enough money?" she asked, giving him a hug. + +"Don't squeeze so tight," cried Puss. "We may have an accident, and one +is enough for to-day. I hope your father will get the old gray mare +home safely." + +"Never fear," she replied, "father will attend to that, all right." + +"Here we are," said Puss, looking up at a sign-post on which was +written, "Candy Town." "Now, where's the shop with the silken gowns?" + +"Over there. Don't you see it right next to the baker's shop." + +"Oh yes," laughed Puss, "I see it now," and he drew rein in front of the +quaint little shop and helped the farmer's daughter to alight. + +"Come in with me," she said, "for I'd like to buy what you like." And +this so pleased Puss that he made up his mind to buy any gown she +fancied, even if it were trimmed with diamonds. + +"Do you want that pretty blue one?" he asked, with a smile. + +"How did you guess?" she answered. "You are a wonderful cat." + +"And now," said Puss, when the gown was wrapped up, "let's have a cream +puff in the baker's next door, for I'm sure you're hungry." + +"You're a wonderful guesser, Sir Puss," she cried, "indeed you are, as +well as a most generous little cat." + + + + +THE BRAMBLE BUSH MAN + + THERE was a man in our town, + And he was wondrous wise. + He jumped into a bramble bush + And scratched out both his eyes. + And when he found his eyes were out + He cried with grief and pain, + And jumped into another bush + And scratched them in again. + + +"That's the man I'm looking for," cried little Puss, Junior. "I wonder +where he lives. Maybe he can tell me where to find my father." + +"You hold your horse while I ask the baker's wife," said the farmer's +pretty daughter. + +Pretty soon she came back and said: "He lives in a little house just +outside the town. It's not far from our place." + +So she and Puss rode away, and she was mighty careful, let me tell you, +not to drop the package containing the silk gown which Puss had given +her. + +Well, by and by they came to the wise man's little house, surrounded by +a hedge of bramble bushes; but the wise man himself was nowhere to be +seen. + +"Let's go around to the barn," said the farmer's pretty daughter. "It's +milking time, you know." And, sure enough, there they found him. + +"Are you the man who jumped into the bramble bush?" asked Puss. + +"Yes, I am. But let me tell you something. They call me a wise man, but +I think a man who jumps into a bramble bush is a silly goose." + +And then, all of a sudden, the Bramble-bush Man exclaimed: "Goodness me! +I once knew a cat who wore red-top boots. A good many years ago there +lived near here a miller who had three sons. When he died he left all +his property to the two eldest, but to the youngest only a cat. Well, +this cat turned out to be a most wonderful cat. Indeed, I heard that he +secured a magnificent castle for his young master, as well as the hand +of a lovely princess." + +"Where does he live?" cried Puss, in great excitement. + +"That I cannot tell," replied the Bramble-bush Man, "for I never heard +where he went after leaving here." + +"Oh, dear me!" sighed little Puss, Junior. "Nobody knows where my father +lives." Then he and the farmer's pretty daughter rode away, and in the +next story you shall hear what happened at the old farmhouse. + + + + +DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY + + "DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come to town + In a yellow petticoat and a green gown," + + +sang the farmer's pretty daughter beneath Puss, Junior's, window. There +she stood, bending over her flower bed, the pink strings of her bonnet +floating on the morning breeze. + +Puss hurriedly pulled on his boots and ran outside. "Good morning! I see +your flowers are still in bed." + +"Daffy and Down and Dilly are very lazy, I fear," laughed the farmer's +pretty daughter; "they'll never get to town to buy a new gown if they +don't hurry." + +"I hope they won't meet any bad crows on their journey," replied Puss. + +"And I hope they won't have any bumpety bumps!" said the farmer's pretty +daughter. + +Just then the farmer came out of the barn leading Puss, Junior's, Good +Gray Horse. + +"Good-by," said Puss. "I've had a pleasant visit." And off he rode. By +and by, after a while, he met an old crow walking along the top of the +fence. He wore a silk hat and carried a cane, but he couldn't lean on +it, for the fence rail was so narrow, you see. + +"Hello!" said Puss, Junior. And, goodness me! that well-dressed crow +nearly lost his balance, he was so startled at Puss, Junior's voice. + +Well, as soon as he had caught his breath, he said: + +"I have just found a beautiful pearl necklace. Do you think it belongs +to the Queen of Hearts?" + +[Illustration] + +"I'm sure I don't know," answered Puss. "Suppose you come along with me +and maybe we'll find the owner." + +So the silk-hatted old crow sat himself down behind Puss, and the Good +Gray Horse kicked out his heels, and away they went to the next village, +and when they reached there they stopped before the office of the Mother +Goose daily newspaper and asked the man who ran the "Lost and Found" +advertisements if he knew who had lost a beautiful pearl necklace of +twenty-three pearls and a little diamond clasp? + +"Let me think," he said, scratching the top of his head, which was as +bald as a billiard ball. You see, he was a bald-headed eagle, although I +forgot to mention it before. + +"You might inquire at a little green house about a mile down the road. A +little yellow hen lives there who once had a coral necklace." So Puss +said gid-ap to the Good Gray Horse and rode away, and by and by, after a +while, they came to the little green house. And when the old crow +knocked on the door it was opened by the little yellow hen herself. + +"Have you lost a necklace of pearls?" he asked, politely doffing his +silk hat. + +"Dearie me! Let me look," she answered, hopping back into her little +house. Pretty soon she came back with a little jewel case, which was as +empty as a Christmas stocking on the Fourth of July. + +"Who could have taken it out?" she said. + +So the honest old crow handed over the pearl necklace, and went inside +for a cup of tea, while Puss said good-by and rode away. + + + + +"DONKEY, DONKEY, OLD AND GRAY" + + "DONKEY, donkey, old and gray, + Open your mouth and gently bray; + Lift your ears and blow your horn + To wake the world this sleepy morn," + + +sang little Puss, Junior. + +"I'm no rooster," replied the little donkey. But he gave a gentle bray, +just the same, and then the Good Gray Horse neighed, and after that a +little adder crawled out of a hole in the ground and said: + +"Gracious me! What's all this noise?" And that only goes to show what a +dreadful din it must have been, for adders are deaf, so they tell me. + +Well, anyhow, Puss didn't wait any longer, but rode away, and by and by, +after a while, he met a funny little man with a sack over his back. + +"What have you in your bag?" asked Puss, for he felt sorry for the +little old man and meant to give him a lift in case he had a heavy load, +you see. + +"What's that to you?" asked the little old man, with a scowl. And before +you could say "Jack Robinson!" he disappeared inside a stump. + +Puss jumped off his Good Gray Horse and peeped in. But he couldn't see +anything, only a big black hole. Well, he was just going to turn away +when he heard a voice say: + + "Mother, I've brought you a bag of gold + For the little pink-and-white pig I sold." + +[Illustration] + +So Puss peeped in again, and pretty soon he saw a tiny light way down +deep, like the flicker of a candle. And by and by, as his eyes grew used +to the darkness, he saw a flight of stairs. Then what do you think he +did? Jump into the hollow stump and climb down? That's just what he +did, and it wasn't long before he found himself in a little hall +opposite a small door with a glass knob inside of which was an electric +light, which I suppose had been put there by the little old man in case +he got home after twelve at night and his wife had blown out the candle. + +All of a sudden the door opened and a little old woman, bent and +withered, asked, in a shrill voice: + + "How dare you come down to our Hollow Stump hall? + I'll cut off your whiskers, tail and all." + +"Please, ma'am," said little Puss, Junior, "I won't tell anybody." And I +guess he would have climbed up the stairs then and there if he hadn't +feared she might cut off his tail when he turned around. + +"Let him go, mother," said the little old man. "He would have given me a +ride on his horse on my way home had we met sooner." But how he knew +that is more than I can tell. "Here, Sir Cat. Take this gold piece and +tell neither man nor beast where you got it." And he pushed Puss up the +little flight of stairs. + + + + +"TICK, TACK, TOO" + + +ONE day Puss, Junior's, Good Gray Horse lost a shoe. + +"Gracious me! I must find a smithy," said Puss, Junior, anxiously. +Luckily there was a small village near by, and pretty soon he drew rein +in front of a blacksmith shop. But, oh, dear me! there was no one there +except a small boy. + + Jack Jingle went 'prentice + To make a horseshoe; + He wasted the iron + Till it would not do. + + His master came in + And began for to rail. + Said Jack, "The shoe's spoiled, + But 'twill still make a nail." + + He tried at the nail, + But, chancing to miss, + Said, "If it won't make a nail, + It shall yet make a hiss." + + Then into the water + Threw the hot iron, smack, + "Hiss!" quoth the iron. + "I thought so," said Jack. + +"You good for nothing!" cried the blacksmith, coming into the shop, +"here's a customer at hand and you have no shoe for his horse." + +"How long will it take to make one?" asked Puss, Junior. + +"All day and maybe longer," said the smith--"that is, if you depend on +that clumsy lad." + +[Illustration] + +"Well, I don't want to depend on him," said Puss, with a grin; "neither +do I want to take chances with my good horse." + +"Neither shall you, my Lord Cat," replied the smith. "I will see that +your horse is well shod, for he is indeed a fine beast." + +"He has good legs, has he not?" asked Puss, running his paw down the +foreleg of the big gray horse, like a professional horseman. + +"He has that," said the blacksmith, "and a fine head, too." + +"He's a good roadster," added Puss, seating himself on a three-legged +stool while the smith lifted the horse's leg and held it between his +knees. + +"Yes, he has good feet," said the smith, "and he shall have a fine +shoe." + + Here a nail, and there a nail, tick, tack, too. + +As soon as the shoe was on, Puss, Junior, mounted and rode away. But +before he left he turned to Jack and said: + + "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. + Tick, tack, too; learn to make a shoe! + Some day you may turn out ten + If you don't get blue." + + + + +LULLABY BABY + + MATTHEW, Mark, Luke, and John, + Bless the bed I lie upon. + Four corners to my bed, + Five angels there lie spread; + Two at my head, + Two at my feet, + One at my heart, + My soul to keep. + + +Puss, Junior, looked in at the window. On a little white bed lay a +pretty child. + +"Now go to sleep, my little one," softly whispered his mother. "Snuggle +down and find a little dream--a little dream about woolly lambs and +white daisies." + +Then she tiptoed from the room, and no sound was heard except her +footsteps on the stairs. Just as she looked through the open door she +saw Puss slide down the post that held up the roof of the porch. + +"Don't worry, madam," he explained, politely. "I climbed up to see if +anyone were at home. Nobody answered the doorbell. But when I saw your +little boy I kept very, very still so as not to disturb him." + +"You are a good cat," she answered, with a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you +were quiet." + +"I am very tired, madam," said Puss, "for I have journeyed far to-day. +Would it be asking too much if I might sleep on your front porch?" + +"You may sleep on a big red cushion in the hall," she replied, "and I +will also give you a bowl of milk." + +[Illustration] + +"May I put my Good Gray Horse in your barn?" + +"Of course," she answered. "You will find plenty of hay and oats for his +supper." + +The Good Gray Horse followed his small master to the stable and was soon +made comfortable for the night. Then Puss locked the stable door and +brought the key into the house. + +"Hang it up on the nail behind the door," said the mother of the little +child. "And take off your boots. They make so much noise on the kitchen +floor. I fear they will keep my little one awake." + +"I will gladly take them off," said Puss, and he placed them behind the +door underneath the big barn key. + +"My husband will be home very soon," she said, "but if you are very +tired I will give you your supper at once." + +"I would like it now," said Puss, with a weary sigh. And when he had +finished he jumped upon the big red cushion and was soon fast asleep. + + + + +THE FIRE + + MY Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, + Went round about the house to find + A chink to get her foot in; + She tried the keyhole in the door, + She tried the crevice in the floor, + And drove the chimney soot in. + + And then one night when it was dark + She blew up such a tiny spark + That all the house was pothered; + From it she raised up such a flame + As flamed away to Belting Lane, + And White Cross folks were smothered. + + +Puss, Junior, awoke with a start to find his room filled with smoke. +And, oh, dear me! when he opened his door red flames were already +crawling up the woodwork. + +Running up the stairs two at a time, he pounded on the nursery door and +shouted, "Fire! fire!" And then, of course, the baby awoke with a cry. + +"Oh, Puss, Junior, what shall I do?" cried the mother, for the cruel +flames were now creeping across the hall. + +"Don't open the door," he cried. "The hall is a mass of flames. Climb +through the window to the roof of the porch. Be quick!" and he jumped +through the little hall window and ran across the roof to the nursery. +"Come out here!" he shouted. "Be quick, or the flames will be in your +room before you can get out." + +[Illustration] + +Just then, all of a sudden, a ladder was placed against the porch, and a +kind fireman with a big red helmet on his head held out his arms. "Give +me the baby and follow me." Puss held the top of the ladder to steady it +until they were safe on the ground and then slid down without touching +the rungs. + +"Our pretty house will be burned," sobbed the baby's mother. + +"And my red-top boots," cried Puss. + +"There goes the stable!" shouted the fireman. + +"Goodness me!" cried Puss. "I'd better get my Good Gray Horse!" + +By this time the hose was connected and soon the engine was pumping +water on the flames. But, oh, dear me! it was too late. The pretty +little house quickly burned to the ground--only the big red chimney was +left. It was hard work to save the stable, but at last the flames were +put out. + +"We all must sleep in the hay loft," said Puss. + +So the Good Gray Horse was led back into his stall. He was the only one +who was comfortable that night, I guess. + + + + +THE OLD WOMAN'S RIDDLE + + +"OH, dear me!" sighed little Puss, Junior, as he thought of his lovely +red-top boots which had been destroyed by the fire. "Where shall I get +another pair?" for he knew that no ordinary bootmaker had the skill to +make boots for a cat. However, when he mounted his Good Gray Horse he +found, to his surprise, a couple of gold sovereigns in his pocket. +"That's something to be thankful for," he laughed, as he set out upon +his journey through Old Mother Goose Land. "I'll stop at the first +cobbler shop and see what I can buy." + +As he rode gayly along he came across a funny little old woman. On her +head was a red sunbonnet and over her shoulders a bright-green shawl. +Black-lace mits covered her thin hands, and a pair of white slippers her +two little feet. + +"My good woman," said Puss, Junior, politely raising his cap as he drew +in his Good Gray Horse, "can you tell me where I may find a shoemaker?" + +The old woman smiled and said: + + "What shoemaker makes shoes without leather, + With all the four elements put together? + Fire and water, earth and air, + And every customer wears a pair." + +"I don't know," answered Puss. + +"Why, a blacksmith, you goosey!" cried the little old woman, tossing her +head. + +"I don't want shoes for my Good Gray Horse," said Puss, in a disgusted +tone of voice. "I want a pair of shoes for myself." + +"Ho, ho!" laughed the little old woman. "So my fine Sir Cat would have a +pair of shoes?" + +"No, my good woman--a pair of _boots_!" + +"Well, then," she replied, "keep on your way until you reach yonder +village. Then cross the bridge and you will soon come to a bootmaker. He +will, no doubt, be able to fit a pair of boots to Your Royal Highness's +feet." Then she turned up a lane and left Puss to continue his way +alone. + +"Ah, me!" sighed Puss. "I don't feel a bit like myself without my +red-topped boots. Indeed, I feel like an imposter. How will anyone +believe that I am Puss in Boots, Junior, if I have no boots?" And, for +the first time in his life, he felt discouraged. He had met with many +disappointments on his journey through Mother Goose country, but to be +without boots seemed almost too hard to bear. Still, with a brave heart, +he rode on toward the village. "I have at least the money with which to +buy them," he said, "and this is much to be thankful for." Which was a +wise saying, I think, for a cat who had been out in the world for so +short a time as had little Puss, Junior. + + + + +THE COBBLER + + +"CAN you make me a pair of boots?" asked Puss, Junior, reining in his +Good Gray Horse. + +The cobbler, who was sitting close to the open window of his little +shop, looked up from his bench. + +"Will you need two pair?" he asked. + +"One pair, my good man," replied Puss, Junior, haughtily. "Do you +imagine I wear boots on my front paws?" + +"Well, my good Sir Cat," answered the cobbler, "I did not know for +certain. I can make two pair as well as one." + +"And charge for two pair, I warrant, also," cried Puss, with a grin. + +"I can give you fine work," said the cobbler. + +"Are you sure?" asked Puss. "My last pair, which was unfortunately +burned up in a fire, was made by a royal cobbler." + +"I have not made boots for royalty," replied the cobbler, "but I made +the shoe in which an old woman lives with so many children that it would +take you an hour to count them all. That was some job, let me tell you. +One doesn't often live in a shoe, although one may walk in one." + +"You don't mean to tell me you made that wonderful shoe?" cried Puss. + +"Most certainly, my good Sir Cat." + +[Illustration] + +"Then you shall make me a pair of boots. And, mind you, my good man, +they must have red tops." + +"That they shall," said the cobbler. "Dismount, and come into my humble +shop. I would measure your feet." + +"Perhaps you have a pair on hand that will fit me," said Puss, gazing +about the tiny shop. + +"I will see," replied the cobbler. + +"I am in haste," said Puss, as the cobbler looked over his stock. "I am +in haste, for I have yet a long journey before me, and cannot delay. I +am in search of my illustrious father, Puss in Boots." + +"What!" cried the cobbler. "I once made a pair of boots for a cat. Could +it have been the noble Puss in Boots?" + +"Tell me where he lives," cried Puss, much excited. + +"Ah," replied the cobbler, "that I do not know, for it is many years ago +since I made the boots. But here is a pair I think will fit you." + +"I would rather that you had told me where my father lives," said little +Puss, Junior, "than to have found a pair of boots." + +"They are certainly a fine fit," said the cobbler, gazing with +admiration at Puss, Junior's, feet. + +"Yes," answered Puss, "and here is the money. Good-by," and off rode our +little hero, still in search of his father, the famous Puss in Boots. + + + + +DOCTOR DRAKE + + DOCTOR DRAKE kept a shop, + Of dimensions not large, + In a hole in the haystack + By the side of the yard, + Where he dispensed certain small stones + And one or two gravels, + With sundry rare herbs + He had found in his travels. + + +"I hope the good doctor's at home," said Puss, as he reined in his Good +Gray Horse. "I don't feel at all well to-day." + +So he dismounted and knocked on the front door, and pretty soon the +famous duck doctor appeared. He wore a big pair of spectacles and a very +high collar, around which was tied a green cravat which matched the +feathers of his tail. + +"Quack, quack!" said Doctor Drake. "What do you want?" + +"I don't know, Doctor," answered Puss, Junior. "I feel far from well; in +fact, I think I'm going to be very ill." + +"Don't worry," replied Doctor Drake; "that's what we doctors are looking +for--sick people. I can cure you, never fear." + +"Thank you," said Puss, Junior. + +[Illustration] + +"Don't thank me yet," answered Doctor Drake; "wait till you're +cured--then pay me." + +"That will I gladly do," replied Puss, Junior; "only make me feel like +myself again." + +"I think," said Doctor Drake, after looking at Puss, Junior's, tongue, +"you had better give up horseback riding; it's bad for you." + +"Oh, dear!" sighed poor Puss, Junior. "What shall I do with my Good Gray +Horse?" + +"Sell him to me," replied Doctor Drake. "I'm in need of a horse. My +practice is growing so large I find it difficult to make my calls." + +"Yes, I suppose you do," said Puss. "Your feet are not for walking, but +for swimming." + +"Right you are," assented the doctor. "Of course, some of my patients +live in the pond; but, then, again, a lot of them don't. Take these +pills." And the famous duck doctor handed Puss, Junior, a little round +box. "One every hour; they'll soon fix you up, all right. Now, how much +do you want for your horse?" + +Puss, Junior, scratched his head. "What will you give?" he asked, +tearfully. + +"Twenty-five pounds," replied the doctor. + +"Very well," said Puss. "The horse is yours. Give me my money and I will +journey along on foot, though it goes hard with me to part with my +faithful steed." Then, tucking the box of pills in his pocket, Puss +proceeded on his journey. + + + + +"NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB" + + +HAVING traveled so long on horseback, Puss, Junior, found it hard to +resume his journey on foot. However, he manfully set out once more. The +pills Doctor Drake had given him made him feel quite frisky, and he ran +along at a good rate. In fact, he felt that perhaps he might just as +well have kept his Good Gray Horse and taken the chance of becoming +really ill. But it was too late now; the bargain had been made and he +must make the best of it. So on he jogged, whistling a merry tune to +help along his tired feet. + +By and by he came to a pretty cottage and, entering the front gate, +looked in through the window. At a table sat a woman, singing: + + "I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb; + I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum. + I bought a little horse that galloped up and down; + I saddled him and bridled him and sent him out of town. + I gave him some garters to garter up his hose, + And a little pocket handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose." + +"I wish she had given me the little horse," said Puss, with a sigh, "for +I certainly miss my good gray steed." + +Just then the woman looked up and, seeing Puss at the window, called +out, "Come in, little Sir Cat." + +Puss, Junior, jumped nimbly through the open window and stood beside +her. + +"What do you think of my little husband?" + +"He certainly is no bigger than your thumb, madam." + +"He is a good little man, all the same," she replied, "and when he's +astride of his little horse he makes a fine appearance. Wait, and I will +show you how well he can ride." + +All of a sudden Puss heard the pawing of hoofs, and there stood the +prettiest little horse he had ever seen. It was no larger than a play +toy, but well built. A long, silky mane fell over his neck, and a curly +tail almost reached to the ground. Then, quick as a wink, the little +husband jumped out of the pint pot and vaulted nimbly into the saddle. + +"Gid-ap," he cried, and away went the little horse down the road. + +"Good-by, madam," cried Puss, running after the tiny horseman. But it +was impossible to catch up with him, and pretty soon he disappeared in a +cloud of dust. "Well, well," cried Puss to himself, "I had no idea that +such a tiny steed could run so fast. Will wonders never cease until I +have found my dear father, Puss in Boots?" + +Then, taking out his pocket handkerchief, he wiped his forehead. "I +shall not despair, however," he said, bravely, "for I have a good pair +of legs, and all journeys come to an end at last, so I shall keep +merrily on my way." + + + + +TELL-TALE-TIT + + TELL-TALE-TIT! + Your tongue shall be slit, + And all the dogs in the town + Shall have a little bit. + + +Oh, dear me! This is what was going to happen to the little girl who had +told on her brothers. And all the little dogs were standing around, +wagging their tails, as Puss, Junior, passed by. + +It was a wonder that the dogs didn't rush out and bark at him, but they +were so anxious to get a piece of the little girl's tongue that they +didn't notice him at all. Perhaps a cat with boots and spurs, a hat and +plume, and a trusty sword didn't look like an ordinary cat to them. And +neither was our little traveler. + +You see, these little boys had gone into an alley to play marbles, on +their way to school, and then the little girl had told her father how +they had missed their lessons. + +"And Jimmy Jones won all the marbles, and there was a fight! And the +teacher kept them in after school!" + +"Oh me! oh my!" cried Puss, Junior. "Please don't slit her tongue!" + +"But why did you tell tales on your brothers?" asked her father. + +"Oh, please don't slit her tongue!" cried Puss, Junior, again. + +"That's what they did in _Mother Goose_." + +"It must have been very long ago in the dark ages," answered Puss, +laying hold of his sword. + +"Well, it's only a rhyme!" laughed her father, picking up his little +girl and hugging her. "Come on, Sir Cat, follow me. You are quite a +Knight of the Round Table. If a fair lady be in distress you are her +champion!" + +Pretty soon all three came to a little house and Puss was invited to +come in and play. There was a nice swing under an old apple tree, and +soon he was swinging as high as the little girl could push him. All of a +sudden he jumped out up among the branches and hung on to a limb, just +like a trapeze performer. + +"I once was with a circus," he explained, sliding down the rope and +turning a somersault on the ground. + +Just then the little boys came in the gate and how they did laugh! And +Jimmy gave Puss all the marbles which he had won, and his father, who +had been sitting on the porch watching the fun, gave Puss a dollar. +After that they all went in for lunch and Puss didn't start out on his +journey until late in the afternoon. + + + + +ON THE WAY + + "ON the way, on the way, + To see my father, old and gray. + Faster still, my good gray steed, + Over hill and flowering mead. + + "Faster, faster, Good Gray Horse, + Hasten swiftly on your course, + Till I see the stately towers + Where my father spends his hours." + + +"Urge me not too much!" panted the faithful steed. "I'm doing my best, +but these hills have made me short of breath." + +Dear me! I forgot to tell you that the Good Gray Horse had run away from +the famous Doctor Drake and had caught up to Puss, Junior, just as I +commenced this story. + +"Forgive me," cried little Puss, Junior. "In my anxiety to see my father +I have been selfish." And he slipped a lump of sugar into the mouth of +the Good Gray Horse. + +Well, after several miles had gone by, Puss drew rein at a drinking +trough beside the road, where his faithful steed drank long and deep. +And as they rested a while, who should fly by but a busy bumblebee, +buzzing from flower to flower. + +He was a jolly-looking bee, and presently he said to Puss, "Whither are +you bound, my good Sir Cat?" + +[Illustration] + +"To the castle of my Lord of Carabas," replied our little traveler. "I'm +seeking my father, who is seneschal to my lord." + +"Ah, is that so?" exclaimed the bee. "These are stirring times. I heard +only last week that my Lord of Carabas was going to war!" + +"What!" exclaimed our small hero, jumping to his feet and clapping his +paw to his sword. "I must hurry on!" + +"Bravely spoken," answered the bee. "I have seen many soldiers at the +castle of late. Indeed, the country is all excitement--flags flying, +drums beating, men drilling, women scraping lint. All is bustle and +hustle." + +"And what brings you so far from there?" inquired Puss, replacing his +sword in his scabbard. + +"My two good wings," replied the bumblebee, and he laughed as he dove +head first into a flower after its dewy sweetness. + +"Come, little master," cried the Good Gray Horse. "I am rested. Let us +hasten on our journey." + +Puss bade good-by to the golden bumblebee and sprang once more into the +saddle. And the Good Gray Horse threw out his heels and galloped off +toward the castle of my Lord of Carabas, but evening came upon them and +they were still far from their destination, so Puss dismounted for the +night beneath a grove of trees. + + + + +LITTLE BOY BLUE + + +YOU remember in the last story that Puss and his Good Gray Horse had +camped in a grove of trees for the night. Well, just as Puss was about +to curl up and take a little trip to dreamland he heard a voice singing: + + "Little Boy Blue, + Come, leave your toys. + It's time to wash hands + For little boys. + + "Supper is ready, + You must not wait. + Tuck in your napkin + And don't tip your plate. + + "Oh, where is Boy Blue? + Let's all take a peep. + He's there on the sofa, + Fast asleep." + +Puss opened his eyes and saw a little light twinkling through the trees. +So he got up and went toward it to find that it shone from the window of +a small cottage. As he knocked on the door he thought, "I may be asked +to spend the night, and that will be much more comfortable than lying +beneath the trees." And it turned out just as he thought. The pretty +woman who opened the door asked him in, saying, softly: + +"Tiptoe in, my dear Puss, Junior, for Boy Blue has just gone to sleep." +And you know how softly a cat can tiptoe! But of course he first slipped +off his red-topped boots with their clanking spurs. + +Then Boy Blue's mother gave Puss, Junior, some milk and cake, and after +that he put his Good Gray Horse in the stable and came back to sit down +by the fire. + +Over the mantelpiece hung a silver horn, and as Puss looked up at it he +remembered long ago in Old Mother Goose Land a little Boy Blue who blew +his horn to call the cows from the fields of corn. + +"Does your little Boy Blue go to sleep in a haystack?" + +"No, my dear," laughingly replied his mother, "but his father did. And +that's the horn he used to blow in the early morn to call the cows and +the woolly sheep when under the haystack he'd fallen asleep." + +"I met him once, a long time ago," said little Puss, Junior. "I remember +the place quite well. He carried me on his shoulder over to see little +Miss Muffet who sat on a tuffet, and she gave us some curds and whey +till a horrid old spider sat down beside us and frightened her away." + +"And so you were the little cat who was with him, were you?" said little +Boy Blue's mother. + +But Puss didn't answer, for he had fallen fast asleep and was dreaming +that he was once more with his dear father, the famous Puss in Boots. + + + + +ALPHABET TOWN + + +NOW let me see. Where did I leave off in the last story? Oh yes, I +remember now. Little Puss, Junior, had fallen asleep in the house where +little Boy Blue lived. Yes, Puss had fallen asleep in front of the +fireplace over which hung the silver horn that called the cows from the +fields of corn. Well, the next morning the horn began blowing all by +itself, and this, of course, woke up everybody in the house; so Puss +washed his face and hands and curled his whiskers and after that he +pulled on his red-topped boots and was ready for breakfast. Then Mrs. +Boy Blue came downstairs with little Boy Blue. He was only three years +old, but he could blow a horn, though I don't think the cows paid much +attention to him, for they knew he was only doing it in fun, you see. + +Well, after breakfast, Puss, Junior, bade them all good-by and mounted +his Good Gray Horse, and by and by, after he had ridden many a mile, he +came to a very queer place--it was called Alphabet Town. But the +strangest thing of all was that the alphabet was alive. Yes, from A to Z +it was alive, and Puss was so interested that he drew rein at the gates +of Alphabet Town because, he said to himself, "If I expect to get +through Mother Goose Land I must learn the alphabet, and the sooner I +learn it the sooner I shall see my dear father." So he went up to the +schoolhouse and this is what he learned: + + A was an Ant who worked all the day. + B was a Butterfly, flitting away. + C was a Cherry that hung on a tree. + D was a Daisy that grew on the lea. + E was an Elm that stood by the school. + F was a Frog that lived in a pool + G was a Goat with a beard on his face. + H was a Horse that won a fine race. + I was an Insect that fed on a peach. + J was a Jay Bird whose song was a screech. + K was a Kitten that played with a string. + L was a Lambkin that browsed in the spring. + M was a Magpie that stole a gold spoon. + N was the Nest where she slept 'neath the moon. + O was the Oak Tree that held safe the nest. + P was a Pigeon with soft purple vest. + Q was a Quail that was shot with a gun. + R was a Rooster that woke up the sun. + S was a Snail that was awfully slow. + T was a Turtle, no faster, you know. + U was a Unicorn; of him you have heard. + V was a Vulture, a rapacious bird. + W was a Wren that made a sweet noise. + X was a Xmas Tree, covered with toys. + Y was a Yule Log, dragged through the snow. + Z was a Zero when winter winds blow. + +And I think when I tell you that Puss learned this alphabet in less than +half an hour you will agree with me he was a very bright cat. + + + + +LUCY LOCKET + + +"GID-AP!" said Puss, Junior. "Gid-ap, my good steed, for we must hasten +on. 'Tis yet a long ways we must journey ere I find my illustrious +father, Puss in Boots." + +The Good Gray Horse quickened his pace, and soon many a mile was left +behind. + +At length Puss saw a little girl in the doorway of a cottage. + + Lucy Locket + Lost her pocket; + Kitty Fisher + Found it; + Nothing in it, + Nothing in it, + But the binding + Round it. + +"Whoa!" cried Puss. "Can I help you, miss?" + +"I'm so disappointed!" cried the little girl. "I thought there might be +a bright penny inside." + +"Are you sure there isn't?" asked Puss, sympathetically. "Do you want a +penny very much?" + +"Yes," replied the child. + +"Well, here's one," replied Puss, thrusting his paw into his pocket and +bringing out a bright penny. Leaning down from his horse, he handed it +to the little maid. + +"What are you going to buy with it?" he asked. + +"Peppermint stick," she answered. "Peppermint stick with red rings all +around it." + +[Illustration] + +"That sounds pretty nice," said Puss. "Where's the candy shop?" + +"Just over there," she replied, pointing to a small shop on the opposite +side of the street. + +"Let's go in," suggested Puss, dismounting and tying his Good Gray +Horse to the hitching post. + +The candy shop smelled very nice. Molasses candy in long yellow coils +lay in the glass cases. Sticks of pink-and-white peppermint candy stood +in big glass bowls with shiny glass stoppers. Chocolate drops were +ranged in long glass dishes. There were gumdrops and marshmallows, and +goodness knows what all. Puss thrust his paw deep into his pocket, for +he knew that one little penny wouldn't go very far in this candy shop. + +"What other kind do you like?" he asked. + +"Why don't you call me Kitty?" laughed the little maid. "My name is +Kitty Fisher." + +Just then another little girl appeared. + +"Hello, Lucy Locket!" cried Kitty. + +"I've just lost my pocket," said Lucy. "Did you happen to find it?" + +"Yes," replied Kitty, "but there was nothing in it. Just a ribbon round +it." + +"That's 'cause I took out my penny," answered Lucy, "and I'm going to +spend it right here before I lose it." + +Soon both little girls had eaten their peppermint-candy sticks. And +after Puss had given his Good Gray Horse a big lump of sugar he mounted +and rode away. + + + + +TOM, THE PIPER'S SON + + "TOM was a piper's son, + He learned to play when he was young; + But all the tune that he could play + Was 'Over the hills and far away.'" + + +"Well, it's a pretty fine tune," said Puss, Junior, to himself, as the +strains from Tom's pipe came clear and sweet across the meadow. "I wish +I could play as well." Again the music came down the breeze, clear and +sweet, and pretty soon Tom came capering toward him, followed by a crowd +of boys and girls. + +"Heigh-ho!" laughed Puss. "Here they come, dancing away, as if they had +nothing to do but play all the day long." + +"Over the hills and far away!" piped Tom. + +"Good morning!" cried Puss. + +"Come and dance," said the piper's son, taking the pipe from his mouth; +"come and have a merry dance. Make those red-topped booties prance." + +"Then play a merry jig," answered Puss, catching up a small pig and +waltzing him around at a giddy rate. + +"Hold on!" cried the pig. "I'm getting dizzy." + +"I won't let you fall," replied Puss, with a grin. + +"Let go!" squeaked the pig. "I tell you I'm getting dizzy!" + +"Well, why didn't you say 'let go' at first," laughed Puss. "You said, +'hold on.'" + +By this time the poor pig was so out of breath that he rolled over on +his side and lay quite still until a small boy said: + +"Your tail is all twisted from dancing around and around." + +"Nonsense!" replied the pig, sitting up. "Pigs' tails are always +twisted. Dancing makes your head go around, but it doesn't curl your +tail." + +Then all of a sudden Tom commenced to play again. + +"Oh, please don't!" cried the breathless pig. "I don't want to dance any +more." + + Tom with his pipe did play with such skill + That those who heard him could never stand still; + Whenever they heard him they began to dance-- + Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance. + +And, goodness me! it was such wonderful music that even Puss couldn't +keep still, but must needs dance with a little girl in a blue dress +until Tom was out of breath and too tired to play any longer. + + + + +OLD DAME TROT + + +AS soon as Tom, the piper's son, stopped playing everybody sat down to +rest, even the little pig who had been waltzing about on his hind legs. +He didn't try to run away. I guess he was too tired for that. Pretty +soon he took out a yellow handkerchief and wiped the perspiration from +his pink nose, and after that the little girl in blue asked Puss, +Junior, where he had learned to dance. + +"At Mademoiselle Feline's dancing school," replied Puss. "She taught +twenty-one little kittens twice a week." + +Just then, all of a sudden, Tom, the piper's son, jumped to his feet and +started off, and before very long + + He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs; + He used his pipe and she used her legs; + She danced about till the eggs were all broke; + She began to fret, but he laughed at the joke. + +"I think it very mean of you to break an old lady's eggs," cried Puss. + +"I'm sorry your eggs are broken," cried Tom to Old Dame Trot. "If you'll +come with me I'll show you where there's a nest full of eggs; it's in +the dry grass under the raspberry bushes in yonder meadow." + +But the old lady had gone only a few steps when + + Tom saw a cross fellow beating an ass + Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; + He took out his pipe and played them a tune, + And the jackass's load was lightened full soon. + +"It serves that fellow right," cried Puss. "His donkey had too heavy a +load." + +And while the tin pans were flying about and clattering on the stones +the old lady climbed over the fence. + +"There goes the hen to her nest now!" shouted the children. + +"I'll play her a tune and while she's dancing you pick up the eggs and +give them to Old Dame Trot," cried Tom. + +Of course as soon as the music commenced the little hen began to dance. +And when all the eggs were in the old lady's basket he stopped playing, +but the little hen was so provoked that she went straight home to the +barnyard. + + + + +BOBBY SHAFTO + + +AS Puss, Junior, rode along on his Good Gray Horse he passed a pretty +cottage near the roadway. And the roses that climbed over the front +porch were so fragrant and the voice of the girl floating through the +open window was so sweet that he stopped to listen. + + "Bobby Shafto roams the skies + With silver goggles on his eyes. + A lonely girl am I who sighs + For pretty Bobby Shafto. + + "Bobby Shafto's bright and fair, + Very gay and debonair; + He's the king of all the air, + Bonny Bobby Shafto. + + "His airship is the fastest one + That races with the golden sun, + And when his azure voyage is done, + Pretty Bobby Shafto. + + "He's promised he will marry me, + And then how happy I shall be; + We two shall sail the starry sea, + I and Bobby Shafto!" + +[Illustration] + +Pretty soon the owner of the lovely voice looked out of the window and +when she saw Puss she asked him to come in and sit on the front porch +while she went for some cream. So Puss tied his Good Gray Horse to the +hitching post and, opening the little gate, sat down on the doorsteps. +After he had finished drinking the cream she asked him to tell her +where he was going with his lovely red-topped boots and long feather +plume. And would he take out his sword and show it to her? All this made +him very proud, and of course he thought she was a lovely little girl. + +Well, after a while they spied an airship in the sky. Pretty soon it +came nearer and nearer till finally it landed in a field close by. The +little girl and Puss jumped up and ran as fast as they could across the +road and through the fence. + +Throwing her arms around Bobby Shafto, she cried, "He's the king of all +the air." + +Then he took off his silver goggles and shook hands with Puss, and soon +they all came back to the little cottage and had ice cream and sponge +cake, and Bobby Shafto fed the Good Gray Horse a quart of oats, and +after that Puss said good-by and rode away. + + + + +LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST + + +"WELL, well!" said Puss to himself as he left Bobby Shafto and the +little girl. "To think I should see an airship in Mother Goose country!" + +By and by he heard a little bird singing: + + "Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, + Up went pussy cat, and down went he; + Down came pussy cat, away robin ran; + Said Little Robin Redbreast, 'Catch me if you can!' + Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, + Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall; + Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say? + Pussy cat said, 'Mew,' and Robin flew away." + +"What are you trying to do?" asked Puss, Junior, stopping under the tree +and looking up at the pussy cat. + +"I'm not trying to do anything," replied the pussy cat, crossly. "I was +wishing I had wings." + +"They'd be very convenient at times," said Puss, with a grin. + +"Indeed they would," answered the pussy cat. "I'd rather have them than +red-topped boots." + +"Perhaps," answered Puss. "But I have found my boots most helpful. Do +you know," he continued, "if people would be a little more contented +with what they have I think they'd get more." + +[Illustration] + +The pussy cat looked ashamed of herself. "What you say is very true. I +suppose I ought to be thankful that I have such strong claws. It's not +hard work climbing trees, and as for running, my legs carry me very +well. Perhaps I don't need wings, after all." + +"Well, I never saw a flying cat," admitted Puss, Junior, "although I've +seen some remarkable things since I started out to find my father, Puss +in Boots." + +"So you are a traveler," said the pussy cat, jumping down from the wall +and walking up to Puss. "How long have you been looking for your +father?" + +"A long, long time," replied Puss, Junior. "Do you know, sometimes I +almost get discouraged, for this is a big world and at times I feel so +very, very small." + +"Well, you come home with me," said the pussy cat. "You need a good +rest. I think you're tired out." + + + + +THE ELF CHILD + + LITTLE Miss Pussy Cat had a house + That was very trim and neat. + But, oh, dear me! there wasn't a mouse + For little Miss Pussy to eat. + + +"There's a nice, soft cushion on the window seat," she said to Puss, +Junior. "Why don't you take a nap?" + +And as he was very tired with his long journey, he curled up and was +soon fast asleep. But, oh, dear me! all of a sudden there came a loud +knocking on the door, and when Miss Pussy opened it there stood a little +dog with a very loud bark. And then, of course, Puss woke up with a +start. + +"Please make him go away," said Miss Pussy Cat. "I'm dreadfully afraid +of dogs." + +So Puss picked up his big stick and the little dog ran away as fast as +he could, never again to bother little Miss Pussy Cat. And shall I tell +you why? It was because when he finally stopped running he found himself +in the woods where the fairies lived. + +And when they saw him they said to one another, "This little dog has +been up to mischief, for if not, why should he run so fast?" And then +the king of the fairies said, "I will see that he makes no further +mischief," and he waved his silver wand, and the little dog turned into +a dogwood flower that blooms every year in the same spot under the great +shady trees. + +Of course little Miss Pussy wondered for a long time why she never saw +him, until, one day, Jennie Wren, who lived in the woods, told her what +the fairies had done. + +Well, pretty soon Puss, Junior, set out once more to find his father, +and as he went along he whistled a tune to keep up his spirits, when, +all of a sudden, he heard a little low whistle. And there in the road, a +few feet ahead, was a tiny little man dressed in green with a +high-peaked hat on his head. + + "I've never heard a whistling cat, + So come to the wood with me, + And whistle a tune to my elfin child + Under the greenwood tree." + +Then little Puss, Junior, followed the queer little dwarf and by and by, +after a while, they came to a glen in the wood where, under a great oak +tree, sat the prettiest little elf you ever saw. He was playing with a +gray squirrel and a striped chipmunk, but when he saw Puss he gave a +glad shout and away went the squirrel and the chipmunk. But he didn't +care, for a cat with boots was something he had never seen. + +"Teach him to whistle, Sir Cat," said the dwarf. + +So Puss sat down by the elf child and by and by, just as the stars began +to twinkle from the sky, he had taught him to whistle. And, would you +believe it? it sounded like a bird, it was so sweet and clear. And after +that Puss went on his way to find his father, happy to think that he had +proved so good a music master. + +And some day, in another book, I will tell you how little Puss, Junior, +finds his dear father. + + THE END + + + + +THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES + +By DAVID CORY + + Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little + Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + + Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated. + Each Volume Complete in Itself. + + * * * * * + +To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. That's the way all the +little people feel about this young, adventurous cat, son of a very +famous father. + + THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. 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The haps and mishaps of this +inimitable pair of twins, their many adventures and experiences are a +source of keen delight to imaginative children everywhere. + + THE BOBBSEY TWINS + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE COUNTY FAIR + THE BOBBSEY TWINS CAMPING OUT + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AND BABY MAY + THE BOBBSEY TWINS KEEPING HOUSE + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CLOVERBANK + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK + + + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS SERIES + +By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY + + + * * * * * + + =Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated. + For Children 6 to 12 Years= + + * * * * * + +This series presents early American history in a manner that impresses +the young readers. Because of George and Martha Washington Parke, two +young descendants of the famous General Washington, these stories follow +exactly the life of the great American, by means of playing they act the +life of the Washingtons, both in battles and in society. + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS + + Their thrilling battles and expeditions generally + end in "punishment" lessons read by Mrs. Parke + from the "Life of Washington." The culprits listen + intently, for this reading generally gives them + new ideas for further games of Indian warfare and + Colonists' battles. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS RELATIVES + + The Davis children visit the Parke home and join + zealously in the games of playing General + Washington. So zealously, in fact, that little Jim + almost loses his scalp. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' TRAVELS + + The children wage a fierce battle upon the roof of + a hotel in New York City. Then, visiting the Davis + home in Philadelphia, the patriotic Washingtons + vanquish the Hessians on a battle-field in the + empty lot back of the Davis property. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS AT SCHOOL + + After the school-house battle the Washingtons + discover a band of gypsies camping near the back + road to their homes and incidentally they secure + the stolen horse which the gypsies had taken from + the "butter and egg farmer" of the Parkes. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' HOLIDAYS + + They spend a pleasant summer on two adjoining + farms in Vermont. During the voyage they try to + capture a "frigate" but little Jim is caught and + about to be punished by the Captain when his + confederates hasten in and save him. + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK + +GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK + + + + +THE HONEY BUNCH BOOKS + +By HELEN LOUISE THORNDYKE + + * * * * * + + =Individual Colored Wrappers and Text Illustrations Drawn by + WALTER S. ROGERS= + + * * * * * + +Honey Bunch is a dainty, thoughtful little girl, and to know her is to +take her to your heart at once. + +Little girls everywhere will want to discover what interesting +experiences she is having wherever she goes. + + HONEY BUNCH: JUST A LITTLE GIRL + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE CITY + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS ON THE FARM + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE SEASHORE + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST LITTLE GARDEN + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS IN CAMP + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST AUTO TOUR + HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST TRIP ON THE OCEAN + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK + +[Illustration] + + _"Faster, faster, Good Gray Horse, + Hasten swiftly on your course, + 'Till I see the stately towers + Where my father spends his hours."_ + +[Illustration] + + _Little Puss Boots, hat in paw + Bowed as Miss Pussy opened the door. + "Glad to see you," she purred. 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