d barn than your cat has. Is this the way that you repay
a useful friend like me?"

The little hunter dropped his bow. "I never thought of that," he said,
apologetically.

"Well, next time think before you shoot," cried the owl; "it may save
you many a miss!"

PUSS GOES ON A SHOPPING TRIP TO MAKE A LITTLE MAID HAPPY

"The rose is red, the violet blue;
The gillyflower's sweet, and so are you.
These are the words you bade me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter Day."

Puss, Jr., looked down from his horse at a little girl who was swinging
on the front gate. He pulled up his good gray horse:

"A pair of new gloves on Easter Day? Is that what you want the most?"

"Yes, indeed," cried the little girl. "I've got a new bonnet with red
ribbons on it, and also a gown of yellow and brown; a pair of silk hose
of the color of rose, and a lovely new pin with a big diamond in. A
parasol, too, of purple and blue."

"Wait a minute," said Puss, "you talk so fast, and your words all rhyme,
and you've got so many things, of so many different colors that--that I
really don't remember whether you said you had a pair of gloves, after
all."

"No, my dear pussy-cat," said the little maid, with a pout. "I have new
shoes, and new _everything_ but gloves. Now won't you bring me a pair
for Easter Day?"

"Where shall I buy them?" asked Puss. "I don't see any shops about, and
if I must go all the way to London for them you'll never receive them in
time for this Easter."

"Not far from here," cried the little maid, "is a tiny shop where they
make beautiful gloves. Take the first road to your right and then turn
to your left, and then turn to your right, and then you'll see it."

"Whew! Mew!" cried Puss. "Well, here goes. I'll do the best I can, but
if I do not return you will know that I turned to the left when I should
have turned to the right, and then that I turned to the right when I
should have turned to the left, and so got all mixed up and never found
the tiny shop where the beautiful gloves are made." This was a long
sentence for Puss, but he was learning how to make conversation after
the manner of little girls!

But his good gray horse must have remembered the directions, for he
landed his small master safe at the glove-shop. Puss, Jr., bought a
lovely pair of gloves and remounted his horse. Soon he was back again in
front of the little gate where a short half-hour before the little girl
had be