ok Arcade
Some cheap music to buy,
And when he came back
Puss had made a mud pie.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
To buy Puss some pens,
And when he came back
She was feeding some hens.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
To buy Puss a slate,
And when he came back
She opened the gate.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
To buy Puss some ink,
And when he came back
She gave him a wink.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
For an exercise book,
And when he came back
Puss gave a wise look.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
To buy Puss a purse,
And when he came back
She was singing a verse.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
And Oh me! Oh my!
And when he came back
Puss had swallowed a fly.

Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
Some paper to buy,
And when he came back
Puss thought she would die.

Daddy went to the doctor's
To get Puss a pill,
And when he came back
She still looked very ill.

Daddy went to the auction sale
To buy Puss a bed,
And when he came back
Puss Shammed to be dead.

This was a very wise, knowing Puss; she could read and write, and
liked books very, very much, and didn't want to die and be buried,
and leave all the mice, and milk, and sausages, and nice books; so
she made haste and got better, and when

Daddy went to the cemetery
To dig her a grave,
Puss rushed off at once
Into Cole's Book Arcade.

And that is the present residence of Miss Puss.

[Page 153--Pussy Land]

[Illustration: Cat Pouncing On Mouse.]

The Story of a Little Mouse:
Or, Our Happy Family.

Once there was a little mouse,
Who came to live in our house;
She came because she was terribly frighten'd
To stay outside as it thunder'd and lighten'd.

When she came in 'twas nearly dark,
And Ponto he began to bark;
But she ran round at a rapid rate,
Then darted in behind the grate.

Ponto smelt, and sniff'd, and bark'd and scratch'd,
But Mousey was safe and couldn't be catch'd;
So Ponto, when tired laid down to sleep,
And Mousey quite quiet determined to keep.

Mousey stayed there a month, as she thought it was better,
And Ponto could smell her, but never could get her,
But every morning when Ponto went out,
Miss Mousey crept forth, and for crumbs looked about.

Now one day as Ponto came into the house,
Thinks