STORY VIII.

HOW THE CAT DID SAVE THE LIFE OF A CHILD.

"WHAT do you think my cat did?"

"I do not know. What did

What did your cat do?"

"It did save the life of my boy."

"The cat did save the life of your boy!" "Yes, the cat. The cat was fond of my boy, and my boy was fond of the cat. The cat did like to go out for a walk with my boy, and my boy did like to take the cat out for a walk. "One day my boy went to fish in the pond, and the cat went with him. My poor boy was ill, and fell down in a fit.

The cat ran home

fast, oh, so fast, and said to me,

“Mew-mew-mew,' and ran back down the lawn, and then said, 'Mew-mew-mew,' once more, as much as to say,

"Do come. Come fast, come fast.'

"And I ran with the cat, and I saw that my

poor boy was ill, and I took my boy home, and I was in time to save the life of my boy; but if the cat had not run home to say,

"Come-Come fast :

"I should not have been in time to save the life of my poor boy. Was not my cat a good kind cat?"

"It was a good kind cat. I love that good

kind cat."

"Do tell me some more of your good kind cat."

"One day my cat ran up the stairs to the room where my maid was, and said,

"Mew-mew-mew,' so loud; as loud as it

could.

“What can the cat want?' said my maid; the cat does know that she must not run up stairs. What can the cat want?

"So the maid went to the door, and when the cat saw the maid, it said,

"Mew-mew-mew,' more and more loud, and ran to the top of the stairs, and said, 'Mew -mew-mew,' just as much as to say,

"Come. Come as fast as you can.'

"And my maid went with the cat, and when my maid came to the room down stairs, the stand on which she had hung some caps to dry, lay on the fire, and the caps were all on fire. So if the cat had not run fast-so fast, to say to the maid,

""Come-Come as fast as you can,'

"The house would have been on fire as well

as the caps.

Was not that a good cat to run

so fast to tell the maid?”

"That was a good cat. I am so glad that

the cat ran so fast to tell the maid."

STORY X.

HOW FLO DID WATCH FOR HER FRIENDS.

"WHEN I was young I had a dog whose name was Flo. Flo and I were great friends. Where I went Flo would go too, and Flo would play with me, and walk with me, and sit by me. All day long Flo was with me, and at night Flo would lie down at the door of my

room.

"The house where I did live was far from town, and three days in the week I went to town, and did sleep in town.

"Poor Flo did not like me to go to town, and Flo would walk up and down the hall, and in and out of the rooms, and cry, and say in

her way,

"Where is she gone? I do not like that she should go. Do tell her to come back.'

"Now there was one place, and but one in