le cat!"

Old dog Spot tucked his tail between his legs and crept through the
doorway, keeping one eye on the broom that Mrs. Green held in her hand.
And as soon as he was safely outside he gave two or three sharp yelps,
telling Miss Kitty Cat that he would watch for her the very first time
she set foot in the yard.

Somehow Miss Kitty Cat wasn't specially worried. She knew a thing or two
about dogs; and she didn't intend to let old Spot bully her. It took her
a few minutes to get over her anger. And then she came out from beneath
the table and lapped up the milk that Mrs. Green had set temptingly on
the floor, in a saucer.

When Miss Kitty had finished her meal she washed her face--a duty that
she performed with great care, for she prided herself on always looking
neat.

Watching her, no one would ever have guessed what was in her mind. "I'd
like to wash that dog's face for him!" Miss Kitty was saying to herself.
"He'd have some reason then for yelping and whining."

Having completed her toilet Miss Kitty jumped into a chair that stood in
the sunshine, near a window. And there she composed herself for a nap.
When she was well fed and well warmed she liked nothing better than to
curl herself up and doze and dream.

Meanwhile old dog Spot was telling everybody in the farmyard about the
new cat and the fun he intended to have with her.

"There'll be lively times around here when she comes outside the house,"
he chuckled.

III

CHASING MISS KITTY

WHEN Miss Kitty Cat awoke from her nap she got up and stretched herself.
In her opinion, a nap was no nap at all if one didn't stretch after
taking it. "There's nothing like a good stretch to make a person
limber," she often remarked.

Of course, in order to climb trees, or spring successfully at a rat or a
mouse, Miss Kitty had to keep her muscles supple. And since it happened,
now and then, that others jumped unexpectedly at her, she believed in
always being ready either to chase or to be chased.

After she had smoothed her fur to suit her, Miss Kitty went to the door
and mewed patiently until Farmer Green's wife opened it. Then Miss Kitty
Cat slipped out of the kitchen and found herself in the woodshed. A
highly interesting place, it seemed to her, with any number of crannies
to offer lurking-places for mice. She decided at once that the woodshed
would be a fine spot in which to hunt in stormy weather.

Feeling much pleased with her new home, Miss Kitt