ent round and round, faster and faster, until all of a sudden
the big door bumped into the other end of the doorway, sending Puss,
Junior, and the three little kittens head over heels into the snow.

HUNGRY KITTENS

"GOODNESS, what a bump!" cried the little black kitty, wiping the snow
from his eyes.

"Gracious! what a bump!" said Puss, scrambling up from the ground. "I
think I felt it more than the old barn door, for I was underneath, you
see, and you were piled on top of me."

The three little kittens felt very sorry and commenced to brush the
snowflakes from his fur coat. "There's snow in your boot legs," said the
little gray kitten, standing on tiptoe and looking down Puss, Junior's,
boots. "Don't you feel it? I should think it would make you shiver."

"I'll soon find out," said Puss, pulling them off and turning them
upside down.

"Are they wet inside?" asked the tabby kitten, anxiously.

"Not very," said Puss, squinting up one eye and peering in.

"If they are," said the little black kitten, "mother will dry them for
you at the fire."

Then:

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie.
"Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear
That we have soiled our mittens."

While Puss was busy placing his boots before the kitchen stove the three
little kittens seated themselves at the table.

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"Why don't you take off your mittens?" Puss asked. "I guess you're so
hungry you can't wait," he added with a laugh.

It took but a short time for his boots to dry, for there was a big,
blazing fire in the stove.

"Don't you want something to eat?" asked Mrs. Cat, coming over to Puss.
"You have very pretty boots," she continued, lifting up one and looking
at it with much admiration.

"Yes, they are nice boots," said Puss, Junior. "They were made for my
famous father, Puss in Boots. Mr. Solomon Grundy, who was born on a
Monday, made them years ago for my father. And one day, it was only last
week, when I stopped at his store, I saw a notice in his window that he
had died on Saturday and was buried on Sunday, and that was the end of
Solomon Grundy."

"Too bad," said Mrs. Cat.

"When I went into the store," continued Puss, "Mrs. Grundy took them
down from a shelf and sold them to me. Then she went across the street
to ask an old friend where my father lived, but she couldn't find
out--her friend didn't know or couldn't remember--so he