Tom saw a cross fellow beating an ass
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.
"It serves that fellow right," cried Puss. "His donkey had too heavy a load."
And while the tin pans were flying about and clattering on the stones the old lady climbed over the fence.
"There goes the hen to her nest now!" shouted the children.
"I'll play her a tune and while she's dancing you pick up the eggs and give them to Old Dame Trot," cried Tom.
Of course as soon as the music commenced the little hen began to dance. And when all the eggs were in the old lady's basket he stopped playing, but the little hen was so provoked that she went straight home to the barnyard.
BOBBY SHAFTO
AS Puss, Junior, rode along on his Good Gray Horse he passed a pretty cottage near the roadway. And the roses that climbed over the front porch were so fragrant and the voice of the girl floating through the open window was so sweet that he stopped to listen.