A WONDERFUL SHIP
"I SAW a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me."
"Hurrah!" cried Puss, Junior, "A sailor's life is the life for me." The good ship was at the dock, and her crew of sailor boys were ready to cast off the mooring lines. Puss, Junior, had been promised a sailor-suit as soon as the ship's tailor had the time to make it.
Just then the little woman who hung her baby's cradle on the willow tree by the old mill, came walking down to the dock.
"Are you going, too?" asked Puss, helping her with the cradle, for she had walked a long way and was very tired.
"Yes, indeed," she replied, "because it's full of pretty things for baby and for me."
"How jolly!" cried Puss, dancing about on his toes. "We'll have a fine trip."
"That's what the 'rusty, dusty' miller said," cried the baby's mother. "He told me this morning when I put the cradle in the 'Rock-a-by' willow tree that the ship was sailing to-day and that they needed a cook; so I'm going to ask the Captain if I may cook and bake for you all. I know how to make the nicest cookies you ever ate. You just wait and see what nice things we will have to eat."