"NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB"
HAVING traveled so long on horseback, Puss, Junior, found it hard to resume his journey on foot. However, he manfully set out once more. The pills Doctor Drake had given him made him feel quite frisky, and he ran along at a good rate. In fact, he felt that perhaps he might just as well have kept his Good Gray Horse and taken the chance of becoming really ill. But it was too late now; the bargain had been made and he must make the best of it. So on he jogged, whistling a merry tune to help along his tired feet.
By and by he came to a pretty cottage and, entering the front gate, looked in through the window. At a table sat a woman, singing:
"I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.
I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;
I saddled him and bridled him and sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters to garter up his hose,
And a little pocket handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose."
"I wish she had given me the little horse," said Puss, with a sigh, "for I certainly miss my good gray steed."
Just then the woman looked up and, seeing Puss at the window, called out, "Come in, little Sir Cat."
Puss, Junior, jumped nimbly through the open window and stood beside her.
"What do you think of my little husband?"