"I think I'll be jogging along, too," said Puss to himself. "They might throw a stone at me for helping Georgy." And he galloped past the schoolhouse and was soon out of sight. A JOLLY GALLOP "WELL, well, well!" cried Puss, Junior, to himself, as he pulled in his Good Gray Horse after leaving the little red schoolhouse far behind. "It was lucky for me that Georgy Porgy happened to come my way. Otherwise, how would I have been able to return the bicycle to the innkeeper?" And after that he walked his horse until he came to a stream, on the banks of which stood an old mill. The mill pond was rimmed with overhanging willow trees, and the water trickled over the dam with a soft, gurgling noise. Through the sluiceway the water ran in a swift stream, turning the old wheel around and around. Puss dismounted, and after his horse had taken a drink he cropped the fresh green grass, while Puss lay down in the shade. "Margaret wrote a letter, Sealed it with her finger, Threw it in the dam For the dusty miller. Dusty was his coat, Dusty was the siller, Dusty was the kiss From the dusty miller. If I had my pockets Full of gold and siller, I would give it all To my dusty miller." [Illustration] Goodness me! Puss must have fallen asleep in the shade of the old willow tree. It was a sleepy place, and the water trickling over the dam made one dream of silver fishes! Puss rubbed his eyes and listened: "If I had my pockets Full of gold and siller, I would give it all To my dusty miller." "Would you really?" asked Puss, looking up at a pretty girl leaning against a tree close by. It was she who had sung this little song, you see. "Oh, dear me! I thought I was all alone," she sighed. "So did I," said Puss, "until you woke me." "Were you asleep?" asked the pretty girl. "Asleep and dreaming," answered our small hero. "So was I--I mean I was dreaming," said the pretty girl, in a low voice. "Yonder stands my Good Gray Horse. Would you like to ride with me?" asked Puss. "Yes, indeed," replied the girl, quickly. "Take me for a jolly gallop." And the next minute she and Puss, Junior, were racing down the road. THE RUNAWAY "MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring; Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be. "Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be." "Whoa!" cried Puss, Junior, pulling in his Good Gray Horse.