"Come on, my little pussyfoots," cried Puss, Junior, with a grin. "I'm pretty good at finding things—except people—I can't find my dear father."
"How did you lose him?" asked the first little kitty, as they all ran out into the back yard.
"I don't know any more than you know how you lost your mittens," replied Puss, Junior, with a laugh.
"If you find our mittens we'll help you find your father," cried the three little kittens. But, hunt as they might, no mittens were to be found. Under the woodpile and back of the old well, behind the woodshed and under the grape arbor, they hunted, but in vain.
"You naughty kittens! Lost your mittens! Then you shall have no pie!"
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
"No, you shall have no pie."
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."