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 a