<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>A JOLLY GALLOP</h2>
<div class='cap'>"WELL, well, well!" cried Puss, Junior, to
himself, as he pulled in his Good Gray
Horse after leaving the little red schoolhouse far
behind. "It was lucky for me that Georgy
Porgy happened to come my way. Otherwise,
how would I have been able to return the bicycle
to the innkeeper?" And after that he walked
his horse until he came to a stream, on the banks
of which stood an old mill. The mill pond was
rimmed with overhanging willow trees, and the
water trickled over the dam with a soft, gurgling
noise. Through the sluiceway the water ran in
a swift stream, turning the old wheel around and
around.</div>
<p>Puss dismounted, and after his horse had taken
a drink he cropped the fresh green grass, while
Puss lay down in the shade.</p>
<div class='poem'>
"Margaret wrote a letter,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sealed it with her finger,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Threw it in the dam</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For the dusty miller.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dusty was his coat,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dusty was the siller,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dusty was the kiss</span><br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</SPAN></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From the dusty miller.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">If I had my pockets</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Full of gold and siller,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I would give it all</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To my dusty miller."</span><br/></div>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/gs07.png" width-obs="355" height-obs="450" alt="Puss and the pretty girl" title="" /></div>
<p>Goodness me! Puss must have fallen asleep
in the shade of the old willow tree. It was a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</SPAN></span>
sleepy place, and the water trickling over the dam
made one dream of silver fishes! Puss rubbed his
eyes and listened:</p>
<div class='poem'>
"If I had my pockets<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Full of gold and siller,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I would give it all</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To my dusty miller."</span><br/></div>
<p>"Would you really?" asked Puss, looking up
at a pretty girl leaning against a tree close by.
It was she who had sung this little song, you see.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear me! I thought I was all alone," she
sighed.</p>
<p>"So did I," said Puss, "until you woke me."</p>
<p>"Were you asleep?" asked the pretty girl.</p>
<p>"Asleep and dreaming," answered our small
hero.</p>
<p>"So was I—I mean I was dreaming," said the
pretty girl, in a low voice.</p>
<p>"Yonder stands my Good Gray Horse. Would
you like to ride with me?" asked Puss.</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed," replied the girl, quickly. "Take
me for a jolly gallop." And the next minute she
and Puss, Junior, were racing down the road.</p>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />