because she hadn't anything in the house to offer the visitor, so she
asked, turning up her nose considerably:

"Do you cats in the country eat fish?' and Mrs. Pussy replied:

"Why, yes, of course we do; don't you?"

"Certainly not; it is thought to be a sign of ill-breeding to eat such
vulgar food,' and then remembering that she could not offer her cousin
the least little thing, she said, never stopping to think very much
about it. We eat mice here. They are delicious; you would be surprised
to know what a delicate flavor they have."

That surprised the country cousin, and nothing would do but that she
must go right out hunting for mice. Of course some one had to go with
her, and then it was that the city cat found she hadn't made any such a
very great mistake after all, for mice or rats, take them any way you
please, cooked or raw, are very nice indeed.




THE KITTY WHICH THE SNOW BROUGHT.


"Do you think that is a true story?" your Aunt Amy asked, and Mrs.
Mouser replied:

"I can't really say; but I think it is as true as that the snow brought
a white cat to Dolly Man." Your Aunt Amy knew Miss Dolly's kitten very