The cow, when she saw the little girls, went “Moo-oo-oo!” as if she were trying to say, “Can’t you help me?”
“Poor bossy!” said Alice; “I’ll try and help you.”
It was hard work, but after patient efforts bossy was released, and then she went “Moo-oo” again, as though she said, “Thank you.”
Mary’s Little Lamb.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1906.
“Puss speaks words of comfort to his Master.”
There was once an old miller who had three sons, and after his death his property was divided among them. . .
But the third son fared the worst of all, for all that fell to his share was a cat, and that was about as good, he thought, as nothing at all.
He sat down to think in what way he could earn a living, and bemoaned his fate with bitter sighs and tears.
“What shall I do?” he cried aloud. “If I kill the cat and sell his skin, that won’t go far toward keeping me out of the poor-house! Oh, how much worse I am off than my brothers!”
The cat sat near his master and heard every word he said; and when he paused for a moment, Puss came forward, and in a clear voice said: “Dear master, do not be so cast down. If you’ll give me a pair of boots and a game-bag you shall have no cause for complaint.”
From the story “Puss In Boots.”
LITTLE FOLKS STORIES.
Illustration by R. Andre (1867).
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1888.