"Our pretty house will be burned," sobbed the baby's mother.
"And my red-top boots," cried Puss.
"There goes the stable!" shouted the fireman.
"Goodness me!" cried Puss. "I'd better get my Good Gray Horse!"
By this time the hose was connected and soon the engine was pumping water on the flames. But, oh, dear me! it was too late. The pretty little house quickly burned to the ground—only the big red chimney was left. It was hard work to save the stable, but at last the flames were put out.
"We all must sleep in the hay loft," said Puss.
So the Good Gray Horse was led back into his stall. He was the only one who was comfortable that night, I guess.