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<h2>"WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY"</h2>
<div class='cap'>IT was a queer looking house that Puss,
Junior, saw in the distance. It seemed
more like a box, with another little box tacked
on, through the top of which rose a long
piece of stove pipe, which, I suppose, served
as a chimney, although chimneys are usually
made of bricks in Old Mother Goose Country.</div>
<p>On the front porch sat a little old man,
smoking a pipe, from which the smoke drifted
away in little gray clouds, while the smoke
from the stovepipe chimney stretched out
like a long black feather.</p>
<p>"Good-day," said Puss, taking off his hat.</p>
<p>"Come and rest beside me," said the old
man, pushing forward an armchair. So Puss
sat down, and after wiping the perspiration
from his forehead remarked, "A warm day,
my good sir."</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed," replied the little old man,
"but all days seem very much alike to me."</p>
<p>"Do they?" asked Puss. "Why?"</p>
<p>"Well, I'll tell you the story of my life,"
said the little old man, and, taking his pipe
from his lips, he began:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class='poem'>
"When I was a little boy<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I lived by myself,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And all the bread and cheese I got</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I laid upon the shelf.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The rats and the mice</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">They made such a strife,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That I was forced to go to town,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And buy me a wife.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The streets were so broad,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the lanes were so narrow,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I was forced to bring my wife home</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">In a wheelbarrow.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The wheelbarrow broke,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And my wife had a fall.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Farewell wheelbarrow, wife and all."</span><br/></div>
<p>"And have you lived alone ever since?"
asked Puss.</p>
<p>"Yes," replied the old man, "and the mice
and the rats give me no peace. They eat up
all my cheese and flour."</p>
<p>"I'll help you," said Puss. "Let me stay
here to-night, and I'll catch every rat and
mouse that bothers you inside the house."</p>
<p>"You can make up poetry as well as I
can," said the old man, with a laugh. "Why,
that's the first laugh I've had in many a long
year. I like you, Sir Cat. You are an obliging
sort of person. You shall have the best
that my small home affords. I only hope
you will rid the place of rats and mice."</p>
<p>"Leave that to me," replied Puss, with a
grin.</p>
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