UP THE TREE.
Just then the mouse moved so its tail came through the wires. White-face sprang, but Floss sprang quicker, not at the tail, but at her fierce sister.
White-face was very angry; she bit and clawed terribly; she scratched Floss across the face—but Floss fought on.
At last White-face got away, and ran out the door and up a tree. Floss chased her and nipped the tip of her tail as she climbed. Then she ran back to the house, and told Posy all about it.
WEARING THE RIBBON.
Posy hugged the kind little cat, and tied a beautiful ribbon about her neck, and told her she was brave as a lion, and kind as—as—a little girl!
But White-face got no ribbon, and no praise—and she was so scared she staid up in the tree all day.
C. P. Stuart.