MISS GREYTOES AND MR. BEETLE.
One morning Miss Kitty Greytoes took a walk in the garden. The sun was shining, the apple and cherry trees were in bloom, and the air was filled with the scent of pinks and lilacs. But Miss Greytoes did not notice these beautiful things. As she tripped along, she said to herself, “I wonder if that cat-bird has built his nest in the same place this spring. I dreamed about him last night, so I’ll go and see.”
Sure enough, when she came to the tree, there was the cat-bird sitting on a bent limb. Miss Kitty smacked her lips, and was just about to spring at him, when Whirr! whirr! sung a big beetle, and the cat-bird flew away.
“Good morning, Miss Greytoes,” said the beetle, bowing politely.
“None the better for seeing you, Mr. Beetle,” she replied; “some folks are forever in the way.”
“Heigho! Miss Kitty, you’re cross this morning. Didn’t your supper agree with you? I saw you through the pantry window, last night, stealing cream. It will do you good to fast to-day. Good-bye.” And away he flew to tell his friend, the cat-bird, the joke.
“Meddlesome old thing!” snapped Miss Greytoes, as she trotted off with her tail in the air.
THE SURPRISE.
THE SURPRISE.
THE SURPRISE.