"Well, then, I shall call you Sir Cat," she said, and this so pleased Puss that he began to purr at a great rate. It was great fun, he thought. And the farmer's daughter thought it great sport, too, I imagine, for she began to sing a little song, and this is the way it went: "Heigh-ho, over we go, Pussy and I to town, What does he wish? A nice little fish, And I a silken gown. But where is the money to buy all that, Unless I may borrow from Sir Pussy Cat?" "Of course you may," cried Puss. "Just wait till we get to town." And then the farmer's pretty daughter blushed very red. "I was only in fun," she said. [Illustration] "But I wasn't," replied Puss. "Why, have you enough money?" she asked, giving him a hug. "Don't squeeze so tight," cried Puss. "We may have an accident, and one is enough for to-day. I hope your father will get the old gray mare home safely." "Never fear," she replied, "father will attend to that, all right." "Here we are," said Puss, looking up at a sign-post on which was written, "Candy Town." "Now, where's the shop with the silken gowns?" "Over there. Don't you see it right next to the baker's shop." "Oh yes," laughed Puss, "I see it now," and he drew rein in front of the quaint little shop and helped the farmer's daughter to alight. "Come in with me," she said, "for I'd like to buy what you like." And this so pleased Puss that he made up his mind to buy any gown she fancied, even if it were trimmed with diamonds. "Do you want that pretty blue one?" he asked, with a smile. "How did you guess?" she answered. "You are a wonderful cat." "And now," said Puss, when the gown was wrapped up, "let's have a cream puff in the baker's next door, for I'm sure you're hungry." "You're a wonderful guesser, Sir Puss," she cried, "indeed you are, as well as a most generous little cat." THE BRAMBLE BUSH MAN THERE was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise. He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he found his eyes were out He cried with grief and pain, And jumped into another bush And scratched them in again. "That's the man I'm looking for," cried little Puss, Junior. "I wonder where he lives. Maybe he can tell me where to find my father." "You hold your horse while I ask the baker's wife," said the farmer's pretty daughter. Pretty soon she came back and said: "He lives in a little house just outside the town. It's not far from our place." So she and Puss rode away, and she was mighty careful, let me tell you, not to drop the package containing the silk gown which Puss had given her. Well, by and by they came to the wise man's little house, surrounded by a hedge of bramble bushes; but the wise man himself was nowhere to be seen.