And I help myself without a word as often as I please.

"Then I walk along the fences and I grandly wave my tail;
My whiskers are so fierce all the other cats turn pale;
When Pug and Towser eye me, suspiciously, I know,
I give a spring upon them and off in fright they go.

"And in my pretty fairy-land no cruel boys appear;
Only black eats and white cats, and purrs and mews to hear.
And these are what my visions are, oh little mistress sweet;
Sure any cat would need to smile asleep here at your feet."

[Illustration: A Cat's Dreamland.]

"Now I really think that is good, Mrs. Mouser," and your Aunt Amy spoke
no more than the truth. "I don't seriously object to Mr. Crow's nonsense
verses; but at the same time I never really enjoy them."




BLOOD RELATIONS.


"Of course there's a difference in tastes," Mrs. Mouser said
thoughtfully. "Some of the things which Bunny Rabbit thinks are good, I
don't like at all, and perhaps he objects to what I believe is very
fine. Now here is a story Mr. Crow has got about Mr. Man's boy Tommy.
Mamma Speckle thinks there was nothing like it ever told. He says that
Tommy Man, one night after he had been tucked up in his crib, was