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