ll
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 J