THE FOURTH NIGHT
“We sat up so disgracefully late last night,” began Impty, yawning, “that I’m sleepy yet. I had to go to Cat-Land, you know, and although that’s very pleasant, still, it isn’t much of a rest.”
“What are you going to tell me to-night?” Dolly asked, as she made a place on the pillow for the black kitten.
“To-night it’s going to be a shorter story,” Impty replied. “They call it, in Cat-Land, ‘The Cat Who Married a Mouse.’”