I walk along and forget Buiiny, I am
so ousy wun mese great thoughts, un
til he begins to bump and thump
around, and make me think that 1 have
bought a small earthquake instead of a
rahtiit.
Maybe he is tired or does not like his
narrow quarters. 1 am glad to get
home.
"Come, little girl, guess what I have
for you here in this paper-bag?"
How she hops; first on one loot and
then on another! But caunot gue.-s,
alter all.
I did not tell her, because I want to
surprise her; but I untie the string,
ana untwist the top, turn the bag up
and gently shake shake shake.
But I am more surprised thau she,
for Homing comes!
1 peep in and she peeps in. There he
is, clinging tightly and determined not
to let go! Staying in that paper-bag so
long Las made him feel quae at home
in it.
At last, out he come?. And while he
draws himself up into a frightened,
funny, ball, his new mistress, with
many squeals and skips of delight,
hunts for a basket and pops him into it,
and shutting down the cover, scampers
off' to show her new treasure to every
one in the house.
For the Youuuttt 1'outnj Folks. Pink
White had a great black and gray cat,
which was so dear to her that she would
lie down by its side on the grass and
let it purr her to sleep.
One day Fink found that her old cat
had three kits wee, soft balls of things.
