Part 2 (1/2)
PUSS SINGS A SONG AND HELPS A BEGGAR
After he had said good-by to Yankee Doodle Dandy, Puss, Jr, had a good ti with soot out his hobby-horse and he and Puss, Jr, took turns galloping up and down the sidewalk
”I had a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple gray; Its head washis mother from the front porch ”My little boy has had a fine time,” she said, ”but he must come in now and rest, for it is al,” said Puss, Jr, ”for I have many miles yet to travel ere I find my father, Puss in Boots”
”You have been so kind,” said the little boy's mother as she shook hands with Puss
”Good-by!” cried the little boy, quite sorrowfully, waving his hat as Puss disappeared down the street
”Heigh-ho!” said Puss to hi :
”A wandering little cat a father cat, In ic plume the owl Gave to me one day
When the journey ends I'll have Lots of time to play!”
”A pussy-cat poet!” cried a voice close at hand
Puss, Jr, started and turned At his side stood a beggar-ry,” said the poor fellow, ”and poets, I hear, are always generous,” and he held out his hat for Puss to drop in a penny
”Are they?” inquired Puss, with a grin; he put his hand into his pocket and took out a sixpence ”Here, ood man,” he said, ”take this little piece ofwhich you see to buy with thefor some time They had left the city and were now in the country
[Illustration: ”WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BUY WITH THE MONEY?” PUSS ASKED]
”I'ar ”I' to spend that sixpence in short order! I haven't had a thing to eat since yesterdayas that,” said Puss ”I think I've been pretty lucky since I started out to find my father, Puss in Boots”
”Puss in Boots!” exclaiar-man with surprise ”Why, I once stopped at a castle where there was a most wonderful cat He was the seneschal, I think, and a ent animal”
”Where was the castle?” asked Puss ”I mean, in what country?”
”I don't reed at so ates that I have theether in my memory”
”Dear me,” said Puss ”Will I ever find anybody who really knohere e cold, Pease porridge in the pot, Nine days old”
Along the road ca white apron over his coat In front of hie
”Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old”