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."

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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 clo