“A mouse ate up your cat!” I cried,
To think she’d fib quite horrified;
“Why, how can you say that?”
Her tears afresh began to run,
She sobbed the words out, one by one:
“It—was—a—candy—cat!”
S. ISADORE MINER.
TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.
TIPPY was a little, black dog, and he lived at the engine-house, where the great engines, which put out the fires, were kept.
He was a poor, miserable, little dog, without a home until the firemen took pity on him and gave him one.