A Great Fright. 139

there were no little companions
there to romp with him.

And then what do you suppose
the little man did with himself?

‘Oh! hell amuse himself, his
mother said one day to a neighbour
who was helping her, ‘never fear.
Only, May, you must give him a
look, now and then, to see that he
isil t In mischier.

And so he did. The mother was
quite right. Johnny had his white
pussy now. It lived in the house
with tum, and thad: a nice lictle
basket to sleep in, with straw in it to
keep it warm. He had only to call,
and pussy would come directly for a
game,