Mr. Prim sat on the bank from twelve o'clock till four:
He caught one fish—he caught a cold—and then—caught nothing more.
KITTY AND THE BEE.
There were no mice for kitty, and what could she do? She could not sit still. She saw the little soft white chickens running about in the grass, and she thought she would try to catch one.
So she crouched down, and, without making a bit of noise, was getting ready for a spring.
But the chickens had a dear mother who loved them. When she saw kitty creeping along, she knew that they were in danger: so she flew at kitty, and made a dreadful noise that scared her away.