when Trot went into the next boudoir, the animal followed close at
her heels, wagging his tail every minute.

The blue cat was asleep on a window seat, but it woke up when Trot
tenderly took it in her lap and fed it milk from a blue-gold dish.
It was a pretty cat and instantly knew the little girl was a friend
vastly different from its own bad-tempered mistress, so it sang
beautifully as a bird sings, and both the cat and the dog followed
Trot into the third boudoir.

Here was a tiny baby lamb with fleece as blue as a larkspur and as
soft as milk.

"Oh, you darling!" cried Trot, hugging the little lamb tight in her
arms. At once the lamb began chattering just as a monkey chatters,
only in the most friendly and grateful way, and Trot fed it a
handful of fresh blue clover and smoothed and petted it until the
lamb was eager to follow her wherever she might go.

When she came to the fourth boudoir, a handsome blue parrot sat on a
blue perch and began barking as if it were nearly starved. Then it
cried out,

"Rub-a-dub, dub,
Gimme some grub!"

Trot laughed and gave it some seeds, and while the parrot ate them
she stroked gently his soft feathers. The bird seemed much
astonished at the unusual caress and turned upon the girl first one
little eye and then the other as if trying to discover why she was