THE CAT AND THE CAN. 



The people in the house had had sahiion for supper. It was 

 not fresh salmon, but it was very good, for all that, even though it 

 had travelled many hundred miles in a tin can. Mops, the cat, 

 knew it was good; so when the people were at supper she found 

 the can, and found, too, that it had not been quite emptied. In 

 fact, the cook had left a little salmon in it on purpose, meaning to 

 warm it for her own supper later. But Mops, the cat, did not care 

 about the-cook's supper ; her own was of more importance. She 

 put in her paw, and daintily picked out the best morsels. Salmon 

 Avas certainly much better than salt cod. She was making an 

 excellent supper, when in came the cook. Oh! how angry she 



