_ Way-Atcha, the Coon-Raccoon 
ink bottle. First he drew the cork and spilled 
the ink about, then he dabbled his paws in it after 
his usual manner, and found a new pleasure in 
laying the inky paws on anything that would take 
a good paw-mark. At first he made these marks 
on the table, then he found that the children’s 
school books were just the things and gave much 
better results. He paw-marked them inside and 
out, and the incidental joy of dabbling in the wet 
resulted in frequent re-inking of his paws. Then 
the wall paper seemed to need touching up. This 
lead to the window curtains and the girls’ dresses, 
and then as the bedroom door was open Way- 
atcha scrambled on the bed. It was just beautiful 
the way that snow-white coverlet took the dear 
little paw-marks as he galloped over it in great 
glee. He was several hours alone, and he used up 
all the ink, so that when the children came in from 
school it looked as though a hundred little Coons 
had been running all over the place and leaving 
black paw-marks. Poor Mrs. Pigott actually 
cried when she saw her beautiful bed, the pride 
of her heart. But she had to relent when Coonie 
came running to her just the same as usual, hold- 
ing out his inky arms and whining “errr err” to be 
taken up and petted as though he were the best 
little Coon in the world. 
IIo 
