door-step when she went into the house, and she felt awfully about it. It was real fun to see how disappointed she was when she came back and found it gone."
Here Mrs. Silverskin, who had sat meekly listening, spoke in a soft little voice,—
"I don't believe Posy could see any animal suffer. I saw her sprinkle some crumbs down in front of a hole one day, and say, 'These are for the little mice to eat.'"
"Oh, yes! you take her part, do you?" said old Graywhisker, fiercely glaring at the poor little mouse. "If that is your opinion, you just clear out of my barn. I want you to understand that I won't have any hypocrites around these premises."
"You can't call me a hypocrite," said the little mouse meekly; "I only said that Posy was a kind-hearted child. I am sure I dislike the barn-cat as much as you do, and it gives me great uneasiness to think
