"Lord Cat!" laughed Puss. "Do lords tend their own steeds? I fear the word Sir is even out of place."
"Never mind," said little Jenny Wren, "you have the manners of a gentleman, and that is enough for me."
"Thank you," said Puss.
"Come, follow me," cried Jenny Wren, and she led Puss into a pretty little cottage close by. "Hang up your cap and place your stick behind the door, and then wash your hands in my room. By that time I shall have supper ready for you."
THE MISCHIEVOUS RAVEN
A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare—
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair—
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
"Can you direct me to the wise man who lives in yonder village?" asked Puss, Junior, bowing politely to the farmer's pretty daughter.
"Whoa!" cried the farmer to his gray mare.