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."

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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 you