the great world was before him. How the light blinded him! he was soon glad to shut this one eye and let it rest; but presently he opened it again, and looked around.
He was lying on some hay in a willow basket, and there was a dish of milk beside him; this must be what they had been feeding him with a spoon. So he went to the dish and drank till his sides stuck out, which made him look even more than ever like a ball.
He then looked up to the top of the basket. It was so high, he never would be able to get out of it, and would have to live in the basket all his life. When he looked up again he saw a strange face looking down at him. There were two big eyes, and lots of whiskers. It was stern Thomas, the family cat; but Tony did not know. He thought that it would be nice to make friends with the stranger, and so he tried to get up; but his legs were very wabbly, and as soon as he raised his nose, stern Thomas gave him a terrible box on the ear, and poor Tony thought that he was killed. So he lay very still; and after that whenever he saw Thomas looking into the basket he got as far away as possible, and he most certainly did not poke his nose up at him.
There were three things that Tony did during these puppy days. He ate, he slept, and he grew; but when his eyes got so that they were wide open all the time, and his stubby legs were no longer weak, these things would not do for
