The candy shop smelled very nice. Molasses candy in long yellow coils lay in the glass cases. Sticks of pink-and-white peppermint candy stood in big glass bowls with shiny glass stoppers. Chocolate drops were ranged in long glass dishes. There were gumdrops and marshmallows, and goodness knows what all. Puss thrust his paw deep into his pocket, for he knew that one little penny wouldn't go very far in this candy shop. "What other kind do you like?" he asked. "Why don't you call me Kitty?" laughed the little maid. "My name is Kitty Fisher." Just then another little girl appeared. "Hello, Lucy Locket!" cried Kitty. "I've just lost my pocket," said Lucy. "Did you happen to find it?" "Yes," replied Kitty, "but there was nothing in it. Just a ribbon round it." "That's 'cause I took out my penny," answered Lucy, "and I'm going to spend it right here before I lose it." Soon both little girls had eaten their peppermint-candy sticks. And after Puss had given his Good Gray Horse a big lump of sugar he mounted and rode away. TOM, THE PIPER'S SON "TOM was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young; But all the tune that he could play Was 'Over the hills and far away.'" "Well, it's a pretty fine tune," said Puss, Junior, to himself, as the strains from Tom's pipe came clear and sweet across the meadow. "I wish I could play as well." Again the music came down the breeze, clear and sweet, and pretty soon Tom came capering toward him, followed by a crowd of boys and girls. "Heigh-ho!" laughed Puss. "Here they come, dancing away, as if they had nothing to do but play all the day long." "Over the hills and far away!" piped Tom. "Good morning!" cried Puss. "Come and dance," said the piper's son, taking the pipe from his mouth; "come and have a merry dance. Make those red-topped booties prance." "Then play a merry jig," answered Puss, catching up a small pig and waltzing him around at a giddy rate. "Hold on!" cried the pig. "I'm getting dizzy." "I won't let you fall," replied Puss, with a grin. "Let go!" squeaked the pig. "I tell you I'm getting dizzy!" "Well, why didn't you say 'let go' at first," laughed Puss. "You said, 'hold on.'" By this time the poor pig was so out of breath that he rolled over on his side and lay quite still until a small boy said: "Your tail is all twisted from dancing around and around." "Nonsense!" replied the pig, sitting up. "Pigs' tails are always twisted. Dancing makes your head go around, but it doesn't curl your tail." Then all of a sudden Tom commenced to play again. "Oh, please don't!" cried the breathless pig. "I don't want to dance any more." Tom with his pipe did play with such skill That those who heard him could never stand still; Whenever they heard him they began to dance-- Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.