"Plum pudding!" said Puss to himself. "That sounds pretty nice," and he followed the King and Queen into the great dining hall. Many noblemen were present and the table was a most gorgeous affair. Silver tankards and wonderful gold dishes gleamed in the candlelight. Puss was very much impressed and behaved beautifully. And when the plum pudding came on the table the same deep voice began to sing: "And what they could not eat that night The Queen next morning fried." "Puss," said the Queen in a whisper, "let's finish the pudding between us! I know you'd like some more, and so would I. Moreover," she added in a still lower whisper, "I don't intend getting up early to-morrow morning to fry what's left over--so let us finish it to-night." Presently the court fool came running in, his fool's cap all ajingle with bells. He capered about, swinging up and down a little stick which was also covered with tiny bells. These were silver, and the ones in his cap were of gold, so that the sound was very sweet. The next morning Puss mounted his Good Gray Horse and rode away, and after a while he came to a great mound of earth in which was a little wooden door on leather hinges. "What sort of a house is this?" thought Puss. And then, as if in answer to his question, the door opened and there stood a big brown bear dressed in a fur overcoat. And, oh, dear me! at first Puss was startled, and the Good Gray Horse reared on his hind legs. But the big brown bear didn't growl. Not even a little bit. He just smiled as only a brown bear can, and said: "If you have money I'll sell you some honey." So Puss jumped down and followed the bear into his hill house, for Puss was curious to see what kind of a home this big, smiling brown bear had, you see. Well, I want you to know it was a mighty nice sort of a place. There was a big fireplace with great immense crackling logs, and over it, on the mantelpiece, were two beautiful carved candlesticks made from deers' horns, and a cuckoo clock. And just then out came the little cuckoo herself and began to sing. "ONE I LOVE, TWO I LOVE" ONE, I love; two, I love; Three, I love, I say; Four, I love with all my heart; Five, I cast away. Six, he loves; seven, she loves; Eight, both love. Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries; Eleven, he courts, and twelve, he marries. On a big stone by the wayside sat a little boy and girl. She held a daisy in her hand, from which she slowly picked off the petals as she counted: "One, I love; two I love." "Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior. "Three, I love, I say." Both the children looked up. "What a dandy cat," cried the little girl, "and what a beautiful horse." "Give us a ride?" asked the little boy. "Do you know how to ride?" asked Puss, with a grin. "I can ride my rocking horse ever so fast," the little boy replied. "So can I," said the little girl.