THE THIRD NIGHT
Impty came dancing out of his hiding-place as soon as the sound of Miss Jane’s footsteps died away on the stair.
“‘Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been?’” cried the little girl gayly.
“Well, I haven’t been quite to London to look at the Queen,” answered Impty, as he pranced across to Dolly’s pillow, and curled down beside her. “But I’ve been somewhere that’s very nearly as good, for I’ve visited the Court of the Countess von Rustenfustenmustencrustenberg, and heard there the story of ‘The Discontented Cat,’ and I’m going to tell you to-night the tale of her adventures, and how she was taught to be happy instead of being always dissatisfied.”