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FISMERMAN PUSSY. 



The wife of the manager of the London and Brighton line gave 

 Jack a collar, but some one was mean enough to steal it. Judge 

 Hawkins, hearing of the loss when at Lewes, gave Jack another 

 collar, which he seems proud to wear. He has won prizes at 

 several exhibitions, and he often appears at the dog-shows with 

 half-a-dozen medals round his neck. 



FISHERMAN PUSSY. 



MmisriKiK.was hui;gry. Her mistress, Maidie, had gone off, visit- 

 ing, and Maidie's mamma was sick, and as for cook, every time 

 she saw Minnikin she would say, " Scat! scat!" 



So there was nobody to feed pussy. If she wanted something to 

 eat she must find it herself. It was of no use to watch the mouse- 

 hole, though she had looked at it so long that her head ached. 



The bird she tried to catch flew away, saying something that 

 sounded like, "Don't you wish you might? " 



Minnikin grew thoughtful. She walked down to the shore, where 

 the blue water washed the white sand, and sat down. Do yon think 

 she Avas admiring the ocean? Oh, no; she was watching for fish. 



After a while there was a ripple. Quick as a flash pussy dipped 

 in her paw. "When she drew it out thei-e was a little fish held fast 

 by her sharp claw. She ate the fish, and felt better. 



