Page 32 - The Adventures of Puss in Boots, Jr.

PUSS BUYS A PAIR OF BOOTS MADE FOR HIS FAMOUS SIRE

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end of Solomon Grundy.

Puss, Jr., stood before a little shop. In the window was this sign. "Too bad," said Puss to himself; "he had such
a nice little store."

"He did that!" cried a voice. Puss looked up and saw a little old woman. On her head was a queer green
bonnet and over her shoulders hung a faded red shawl. "Are you Mrs. Grundy?" asked Puss. For some reason
he felt sure it was, so he was not at all surprised when she answered yes.

"And do you still run the little shop?" he asked.

"Yes, my good Sir Cat," she replied, "and I have a very fine pair of red-topped boots which I would like to sell
you."

"I guess I need a new pair," said Puss, Jr., looking down at his own. There was a big hole in the toe of one and
the other was minus a heel.

"Walk in," said little old Mrs. Grundy, "and you may try them on." Puss followed her into the store and sat
down. Mrs. Grundy climbed up a little step-ladder and took down a box from the top shelf. "This pair of
boots," she said, "was made once upon a time, very long ago, for a very famous cat whose name was Puss in
Boots."

At these words Puss, Jr., jumped off his seat and threw his paws around Mrs. Grundy.

"Gracious me!" she cried, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, my dear madam," cried Puss, "the famous cat you mention is my father--I am Puss in Boots, Junior."

"Is that possible?" exclaimed Mrs. Grundy, letting the box fall with a bang to the floor. "Is that possible? I'm
so glad that I saved these boots all these years. And to think that his son will wear them," she added, sitting
down in her excitement.

"But I don't care much about the boots!" cried Puss, Jr. "I want so badly to find my father. Can't you tell me
where he lives?"

Mrs. Grundy looked puzzled. "I did know, my little friend," she replied, "but I have clean forgotten now.
Indeed I have," she added, in a sympathetic voice, seeing how disappointed poor little Puss looked.

"Just the same, I will pay you well for the boots," said Puss, Jr., "and be on my way at once. One never can
tell what each day may bring, and I might find my father, although it grieves me to think you have forgotten
just where he lives."

PUSS MEETS A MODEST MENDING MAN AND A JOLLY MILLER

"If I'd as much money as I could spend I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to
mend, I never would cry old chairs to mend.