it;" and Posy put the barn-cat inside the barn-door, and then went back to her work.
She didn't see a pair of small bright eyes shining in a hole around the corner of the barn, nor see the ugly face with gray whiskers they belonged to; nor did she hear him say with a vicious smile, "Catch 'em in a trap, will he? I guess he'll find out that it isn't so easy to catch an old rat as he thinks. Look out, my dear Posy! you may hear from the ugly rats in a way you don't like."
Posy went back to her work on the piazza; but the sparrow had flown away, and Posy hunted in vain for her little piece of red ribbon with the gold figures embroidered on it.
"Where has that ribbon gone?" said Posy, anxiously pulling over the little heap of bright-colored silks. "Dear me! the very beautifulest piece I had, and I was going to
