"Little kittens don"t need Wee Willie Winkie, I guess," said the maid, tickling Puss, Jr."s, head.
"Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy; Thy mammy has gone to the mill To get some meal to bake a cake, So pray, my dear baby, lie still."
The lullaby made Puss, Jr., sleepy, for the man"s voice was low and tender, and Puss was very tired.
In a sleepy voice he asked, "And has the mother gone to the mill to get the meal for the cake?"
"Indeed she has," replied the maid.
After this she went into the kitchen. Puss gazed about him for a while and then dropped off to sleep, hearing the drowsy voice of the man up-stairs singing:
"Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy."
All was very quiet. "Tick-tock, tick-tock," said the big clock, and a mouse peeped out of his hole and laughed to himself when he saw Puss fast asleep. He tiptoed over to the red-topped boots that had fallen off Puss, Jr."s, tired little feet, and even crawled inside. Perhaps he wanted to tell his father how brave he had been to go inside a big cat"s high-top boots while the owner snored close by. Presently he ran over to the hole in the wall. I imagine it did not take him long to tell his story, for in a few minutes three little mice crept out and tiptoed over to where Puss lay sleeping so soundly.
"Did you ever see any nicer boots than these?"
Mr. Mouse put on a very wise expression.
"They are certainly a very fine pair of boots," said he, "and they have the mark of a royal cobbler."
"Gracious me! how interesting!" cried Mrs. Mouse; "let me take a look." And she inspected Puss, Jr."s, footwear with much interest.
"Beautifully made," she said. "This must be a royal cat, for otherwise why should he have a royal cobbler?"
"I only hope he is not a royal mouser," replied Mr. Mouse, "and I think, now that we have seen all we have, we had better return, for who knows when he may awake?"
So they scampered off, leaving Puss, Jr., still sound asleep.
PUSS, JR., MEETS THREE JOLLY WELSHMEN AND THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
As Puss, Jr., staff in hand, wandered down the green hills to the lowlands, he came to a sandy beach, and there stood three jolly Welshmen looking toward the sea:
One said it was a ship, The other he said "Nay,"
The third one said it was a house With the chimney blown away.
"It"s nothing of the sort," cried Puss, Jr., jumping nimbly about, "it"s nothing of the sort."
"Perhaps it"s a submarine," suggested one of the three jolly Welshmen, walking over to inspect the little craft.
"Wrong again," tooted a little owl who was perched upon a tree close by.
"It looks like a cheese," suggested the smallest of the three jolly Welshmen.
"Nonsense," answered Puss, Jr. "Who ever heard of a person sailing about in a cheese?"
"Well, I didn"t mean a Swiss cheese," replied the Welshman who up to this time had said nothing. "Swiss cheeses are full of holes. I guess they wouldn"t float very long."
"This boat has a big crack in it," said Puss. "Just look and see for yourself."
"Crackers and cheese!" laughed one of the three jolly Welshmen. "How do you like my joke?"
"It makes me feel hungry," said Puss, Jr. "I"ve had nothing to eat for a long time."
"Come with us, then," said the three jolly Welshmen; "we"ll take you to see the Queen."
"I don"t look very neat," replied Puss, rubbing the salt spray from his boot-tops.
"Neither do I," cried the little owl, preening his feathers and stretching out his tail. "I"m all ruffled up."
"Well, the Queen"s making tarts to-day," cried the three jolly Welshmen all at once. "We"re going, anyway."
Puss, Jr., and the little owl waited no longer, but followed the three Welshmen at once. In the distance could be seen the turrets of a stately castle. On arriving at the postern gate they were admitted after a slight delay. In the courtyard all was bustle and excitement. On long tables were spread the most delicious-looking tarts--raspberry, strawberry, lemon, apple, and all the other delicious varieties that could be imagined. Puss, Jr."s, mouth fairly watered at the sight, and the little owl could hardly restrain himself from picking out strawberries that protruded from under the crust of a tart near at hand.
The three jolly Welshmen also showed signs of impatience. They were as anxious to taste the tarts as were their small companions.
[Ill.u.s.tration: PUSS JOINED IN THE CHASE TO HELP THE QUEEN]
At that instant a great commotion arose. The Knave of Hearts was seen rushing away with a whole trayful of tarts. After him ran the Queen, holding up her long train so as to run faster. Puss joined in the chase to help the Queen.
PUSS LEARNS WHERE HIS FATHER IS AND RECEIVES A TART FROM THE QUEEN
The Knave of Hearts was a pretty good runner, and Puss, Jr., found it no easy task to catch him. Finally, however, he did, and after some difficulty brought him back to the castle. As they entered the postern gate,
The King of Hearts Called for those tarts, And beat the Knave full sore.
"I"m glad I didn"t take a tart," said Puss, in a whisper to his little friend the owl, while the three jolly Welshmen looked much relieved to think that they had not touched one, either. At this point the Queen came graciously forward and offered them all a tart apiece.
"How do you like it?" she asked Puss, smiling in a kind way. "You deserve much more than a tart for having caught that naughty Knave. What can I do to reward you?"
Puss carefully wiped his whiskers with his pocket-handkerchief before replying. "Your Majesty," he answered, "I am in search of my ill.u.s.trious father, Puss in Boots. Could you but direct me to him I shall consider you have more than repaid me for my trouble."
"Come into the castle," said the Queen, "and I will have my seneschal inquire. No doubt he will know, as he is a very wise man and an old retainer." So saying, she led the way into the castle, followed by Puss, Jr., and the little owl.
"Puss in Boots? Puss in Boots?" repeated the old man, in an inquiring tone, talking half to himself. "Why, is he not in the employ of my Lord of Carabas?"
"Yes, indeed!" cried the Queen. "Now I remember. My dear Puss in Boots, Junior, you still have a long journey before you; but to the brave all things are possible. Although he lives far beyond the border-line of Mother Goose Land, a good traveler need not despair."
"No, indeed, your Highness," replied Puss, Jr., "I have a good heart and strong legs. "Tis but a question of time before I see him, for danger I fear not, neither stony roads nor stormy seas."
"Bravely said," cried the Queen. "But who is your little friend?" she added, turning to look at the owl, who had perched himself on the shoulder of Puss, Jr.