"How are you, my little ducklets?" cried Puss.
"Quite well, thank you," they answered. It was a pretty sight to see those yellow balls of down cuddle up to their mother, and Puss began to feel that, after all, she must be a good sort of duck, for her children loved her so much. Perhaps he had judged her too harshly for gobbling up the frog, and when she turned to Puss and said:
"Come home with us, Mr. Puss," he forgave her for what she had done, and followed her downy, yellow brood.
BEAVER DAM
PUSS, JUNIOR, had gone but a short distance when he heard a sad voice say:
"Oh dear, I've lost my brother,
Where will I ever find another?
He never should have left the bog,
Alas, Alas! poor Rowley Frog!"
"Dear me," cried Puss to Mrs. Duck and he looked about him for the owner of the sad croaky voice. Pretty soon he saw a big bullfrog in a brook.
"Come along with me," cried Puss, Junior.