HOW PUSSY AND MOUSIE KEPT HOUSE.

ONE Summer day, not long ago, A pussy and a mouse, Decided that it would be fun— If togeth’r they kept house. They felt that they could always live In love and harmony— And never say an unkind word Or never disagree. So they bought a little cottage And fix’d it very fine;— And liv’d there-in for quite a-while, And had a jolly time. For pussy broiled the beef-steak And bak’d the bread quite light While mousie made the beds so neat And polished the windows bright. And thus they liv’d, for quite a year, As happy as could be; And nothing happened all that time To mar their love, you see— Until one day old selfish puss— Drank all the good rich cream; And she only left some skim-milk For mousie,—wasn’t it mean! When mousie said:—“Oh, pussy dear I think that you are mean To leave me only some skim-milk And drink up all the cream.” Then pussy’s eyes grew very big, And pussy’s tail went thump, It frightened little mousie so It almost made her jump. And pussy said: “Now, mousie, mind Our mistress here to-day, And if you say another word, I’ll eat you right away.”