Part 21 (1/2)
”Never mind, Kitty Cat,” said the Horse; ”I will teach you to talk.
Listen to this: M-m-m-neigh!”
”No,” said the kitten; ”that's not the way to talk kitten-talk.” And she cried again.
Then along came the Cow and asked what was the matter.
”Oh, Cow,” sobbed the kitten, ”I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk.
I try and I try, as hard as I ever can, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!”
”Never mind, Kitty Cat,” said the Cow; ”I will teach you to talk. Listen to this: M-m-m-moo!”
”No,” said the kitten; ”that is more like it, but that's not the way to talk kitten-talk.” And she cried again.
The New Baby was sitting in her high chair at the kitchen door.
”Baby dear,” sighed the kitten, ”I am in trouble. I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!
Can't you teach me?”
The Baby nodded her head and began, ”M-m-m-google-google-goo!”
”No,” said the kitten; ”that's not the way to talk kitten-talk.” And she sat on the kitchen step and cried again.
”What is the matter?” asked a soft voice behind her.
”Oh!” sobbed the kitten, without looking up, ”I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and nothing can help me. All I can say is, M-m-m-bow!”
”Look at me,” said the soft voice.
The little kitten looked. And there stood a beautiful big gray cat!
”I can teach you to talk,” said the Cat. And she did. She taught her so well that the little kitten never again forgot how to mew, though she played out on the soft, green gra.s.s with the dogs every day.
WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO?
BY GEORGE WILLIAM OGDEN
There was an old farmer who had a cow, Moo, moo, moo!
She used to stand on the pump and bow, And what could the farmer do?
Moo, moo, moo, moo, Moo, moo, moo!
She used to stand on the pump and bow, And what could the farmer do?
There was an old farmer who owned some sheep, Baa, baa, baa!
They used to play cribbage while he was asleep, And laugh at the farmer's ma.
Baa, baa, baa, baa!
Moo, moo, moo!
He owned a cow and he owned some sheep, And what could the poor man do?
There was an old farmer who owned a pig, Whoof, whoof, whoof!
He used to dress up in the farmer's wig, And dance on the pig-pen roof.
Whoof, whoof! Baa, baa!