"I am in haste," said Puss, as the cobbler looked over his stock. "I am in haste, for I have yet a long journey before me, and cannot delay. I am in search of my ill.u.s.trious father, Puss in Boots."
"What!" cried the cobbler. "I once made a pair of boots for a cat. Could it have been the n.o.ble Puss in Boots?"
"Tell me where he lives," cried Puss, much excited.
"Ah," replied the cobbler, "that I do not know, for it is many years ago since I made the boots. But here is a pair I think will fit you."
"I would rather that you had told me where my father lives," said little Puss, Junior, "than to have found a pair of boots."
"They are certainly a fine fit," said the cobbler, gazing with admiration at Puss, Junior"s, feet.
"Yes," answered Puss, "and here is the money. Good-by," and off rode our little hero, still in search of his father, the famous Puss in Boots.
DOCTOR DRAKE
DOCTOR DRAKE kept a shop, Of dimensions not large, In a hole in the haystack By the side of the yard, Where he dispensed certain small stones And one or two gravels, With sundry rare herbs He had found in his travels.
"I hope the good doctor"s at home," said Puss, as he reined in his Good Gray Horse. "I don"t feel at all well to-day."
So he dismounted and knocked on the front door, and pretty soon the famous duck doctor appeared. He wore a big pair of spectacles and a very high collar, around which was tied a green cravat which matched the feathers of his tail.
"Quack, quack!" said Doctor Drake. "What do you want?"
"I don"t know, Doctor," answered Puss, Junior. "I feel far from well; in fact, I think I"m going to be very ill."
"Don"t worry," replied Doctor Drake; "that"s what we doctors are looking for--sick people. I can cure you, never fear."
"Thank you," said Puss, Junior.
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"Don"t thank me yet," answered Doctor Drake; "wait till you"re cured--then pay me."
"That will I gladly do," replied Puss, Junior; "only make me feel like myself again."
"I think," said Doctor Drake, after looking at Puss, Junior"s, tongue, "you had better give up horseback riding; it"s bad for you."
"Oh, dear!" sighed poor Puss, Junior. "What shall I do with my Good Gray Horse?"
"Sell him to me," replied Doctor Drake. "I"m in need of a horse. My practice is growing so large I find it difficult to make my calls."
"Yes, I suppose you do," said Puss. "Your feet are not for walking, but for swimming."
"Right you are," a.s.sented the doctor. "Of course, some of my patients live in the pond; but, then, again, a lot of them don"t. Take these pills." And the famous duck doctor handed Puss, Junior, a little round box. "One every hour; they"ll soon fix you up, all right. Now, how much do you want for your horse?"
Puss, Junior, scratched his head. "What will you give?" he asked, tearfully.
"Twenty-five pounds," replied the doctor.
"Very well," said Puss. "The horse is yours. Give me my money and I will journey along on foot, though it goes hard with me to part with my faithful steed." Then, tucking the box of pills in his pocket, Puss proceeded on his journey.
"NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB"
HAVING traveled so long on horseback, Puss, Junior, found it hard to resume his journey on foot. However, he manfully set out once more. The pills Doctor Drake had given him made him feel quite frisky, and he ran along at a good rate. In fact, he felt that perhaps he might just as well have kept his Good Gray Horse and taken the chance of becoming really ill. But it was too late now; the bargain had been made and he must make the best of it. So on he jogged, whistling a merry tune to help along his tired feet.
By and by he came to a pretty cottage and, entering the front gate, looked in through the window. At a table sat a woman, singing:
"I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.
I bought a little horse that galloped up and down; I saddled him and bridled him and sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters to garter up his hose, And a little pocket handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose."
"I wish she had given me the little horse," said Puss, with a sigh, "for I certainly miss my good gray steed."
Just then the woman looked up and, seeing Puss at the window, called out, "Come in, little Sir Cat."
Puss, Junior, jumped nimbly through the open window and stood beside her.
"What do you think of my little husband?"
"He certainly is no bigger than your thumb, madam."
"He is a good little man, all the same," she replied, "and when he"s astride of his little horse he makes a fine appearance. Wait, and I will show you how well he can ride."
All of a sudden Puss heard the pawing of hoofs, and there stood the prettiest little horse he had ever seen. It was no larger than a play toy, but well built. A long, silky mane fell over his neck, and a curly tail almost reached to the ground. Then, quick as a wink, the little husband jumped out of the pint pot and vaulted nimbly into the saddle.
"Gid-ap," he cried, and away went the little horse down the road.
"Good-by, madam," cried Puss, running after the tiny horseman. But it was impossible to catch up with him, and pretty soon he disappeared in a cloud of dust. "Well, well," cried Puss to himself, "I had no idea that such a tiny steed could run so fast. Will wonders never cease until I have found my dear father, Puss in Boots?"
Then, taking out his pocket handkerchief, he wiped his forehead. "I shall not despair, however," he said, bravely, "for I have a good pair of legs, and all journeys come to an end at last, so I shall keep merrily on my way."
TELL-TALE-t.i.t
TELL-TALE-t.i.t!
Your tongue shall be slit, And all the dogs in the town Shall have a little bit.