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<h2>CUSTARD AND MUSTARD</h2>
<div class='cap'>FOR several days the good ship, with the
four and twenty sailor mice and the duck
captain, sailed over the big blue sea. Puss,
Junior, learned to climb the mast and to run
out to the very tip of the great boom to tie a
rope for Captain Duck when it was blowing
a gale. The Rock-a-By-Baby's Mother
made a most delicious cake with the flour
which the 'rusty, dusty' miller had sent on
board, and altogether it was a most enjoyable
trip, and when the good ship put into port
on the fifth day everybody was sorry.</div>
<p>Even the little girl who was waiting for
Bobby Shafto to come home told Puss she
had forgotten all about him.</p>
<p>Well, as soon as the ship was fast to the
dock, Puss said good-by to Captain Duck
and the sailor mice.</p>
<p>"I hope Bobby Shafto will return soon,"
he whispered to the little girl as he kissed
her good-by.</p>
<p>"I shall miss you very much," he said to
the Rock-a-By-Baby's mother.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Will you, my dear Puss?" she answered,
giving him a hug. "You're a dear little cat!
I hope you soon find your father. When
you do, tell him he has a fine little son—tell
him that from me, won't you?"</p>
<p>And after that Puss went upon his way,
and by and by, after a while he found himself
on a broad highway. "I wonder what
will happen next?" he said to himself, and
just then he came to a small house near the
road. So he stopped at the front gate to
listen to a sweet voice singing:</p>
<div class='poem'>
"When Jacky's a very good boy<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He shall have cakes and a custard;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But when he does nothing but cry</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He shall have nothing but mustard."</span><br/></div>
<p>Puss opened the gate and peeped through
the window. In the centre of the room stood
a small boy, wiping his eyes with a little pink
handkerchief.</p>
<p>"Nothing but mustard," repeated his
mother, "if you don't stop crying."</p>
<p>"Meow!" cried Puss at the window. "Won't
you give me some custard?" And then, my
goodness! didn't that little boy stop crying!</p>
<p>"Look at the cat with boots on!" he cried,
running up to the window.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You both shall have some custard," said
Jack's mother, "and then you may go out to
the swing and have a good time."</p>
<p>Well, it didn't take long to eat the custard,
and then Jacky and Puss went out under the
big tree.</p>
<div class='poem'>
"Swing high, swing low.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Away we go,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Up to the skies,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Down to the ground;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">This is the finest</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Sport I've found,"</span><br/></div>
<div class='unindent'>sang Puss, Junior.</div>
<p>"After supper, Jacky, I'll tell you how I
was a sailor boy for almost a week on the
ocean blue!"</p>
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