226 A new Friend found.

He was looking as grave as a
judge when May came into the yard,
and crying out—

‘Wolf, Wolf, be quiet. She’s a
very nice pussy. Don’t dwive her
away.’ |

But Wolf only gave a short an-
swering bark, as much as to say, You
don’t know anything about it. She’s
a good-for-nothing, detestable crea-
ture, like cats in general; and she
ought to be driven off these pre-
mises.

The next order, however, he
minded more.

‘Come here, Wolf; come to me
diwectly, cried Johnny, almost in
despair.