"Good old Collie," said his master, patting him.
"There," said Tim, "I told you Collie is smarter than Wag-wag. He is, too."
"Maybe he isn't," said Peter. "Maybe Wag-wag was smart to leave my sled there. But anyway I like Collie because he got it for me."
CAT AND COPY-CAT
One winter day grandmother had been visiting Mrs. Brown. In the afternoon she started for home. The sun was warm. The snow was packed hard in the road. The walking was good.
Grandmother liked the cold, crisp air. She liked the blue sky, and the hills and fields all white with snow. She liked to hear the chick-a-dees, calling among the trees.
She was halfway home, when she heard a noise behind her. It was, "Meow, meow."