e her tail grow big. Barking made her spit at
him. But there was something else that angered her still more. When Spot
stood stock still one day, with his tail stuck straight out behind him,
and pointed at her with his nose, he made her almost frantic.

"What are you pointing at with that long nose of yours?" Miss Kitty Cat
snarled.

Spot didn't say a word. For the moment he didn't move any more than the
iron dog did, that stood in a yard on the outskirts of the village and
never so much as wagged his tail from one year's end to another.

Somehow Spot's queer behavior gave Miss Kitty Cat an odd, creepy
feeling along her back. Her fur rose on end. She glared at Spot and spat
at him in a most unladylike fashion.

Spot found it very hard to stand still and never let out a single yelp.
Once he almost whined. But he managed to stifle the sound.

"If she swells up much more she's likely to burst," he thought.

"Go away!" Miss Kitty scolded. "Don't you know better than to stare at a
lady?"

Never an answer did old Spot make.

It was a little more than Miss Kitty Cat could endure. With a yowl that
had in it something of anger and something of fear, too, she jumped off
the doorstep where she had been sitting and whisked around the corner of
the house.

With Miss Kitty's first leap Spot came suddenly to life. He barked
joyfully and followed her. Miss Kitty Cat ran up a tree in the yard and
stayed there until Spot went off chuckling.

"I'm glad I played that trick on her," he said to himself. "It seems to
bother her more than anything else I've ever tried."

Thereafter Spot often pointed at Miss Kitty when he met her, either
inside the house or about the yard. And she never failed to fly into a
passion.

"Such manners I never saw!" she spluttered when she talked one day with
a cat from the nearest farmhouse.

"I'd soon cure the old dog of that unpleasant trick if he tried it on
me," her neighbor remarked.

"What would you do?" Miss Kitty Cat wanted to know.

"I'd chase him."

"He can run faster than I can," said Miss Kitty.

"When he's pointing at you, jump at him before he can turn around. If
you drag your claws across his nose just once he'll be careful after
that to look the other way when he sees you."

"Your plan sounds as if it might be worth trying," said Miss Kitty
thoughtfully.

III

A WILD DOG

Old dog Spot felt greatly pleased with himself. He had told everybody
that would listen to