His mother is calling, “Come in to tea!”
It’s a wonderful gate, but it just isn’t able
To turn itself into a supper-table.
LITTLE CAT’S VALENTINE
Great Old Dog was taking a nap before the parlor fire. He lay stretched out on the white bear skin, and reached almost from end to end, for he was a very great old dog indeed. By-and-by he woke up, and saw Little Dog sitting in front of him looking very melancholy.
“What’s the matter, young one?” asked Great Old Dog. “Where’s Little Cat?”
“I don’t know!” said Little Dog dolefully. “We don’t speak to each other any more.”