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This undoubtedly was true, for in a moment more she rose gracefully from the ground toward the moon.

"Be careful!" screamed the Man in the Moon, leaning out as she approached near enough for his voice to
reach her. "Be careful and don't clip off a piece with your hoof as you go over!"

She did as he told her, and sailed over in a long, sweeping curve and landed safely in a patch of clover at the
other end of the field.

"Great!" exclaimed Puss, Jr. "You did it splendidly!"

"Oh, that's nothing!" she answered, although she seemed rather proud of her feat. "Oh, that's nothing at all!"

"I don't agree with you," he replied. "I should think you'd be very proud of your feet; they're as good as
wings."

The Jumping Cow paid no more attention to him, but munched away at the clover like an ordinary cow.

"She won't say another word to-day," whispered the cat behind her fiddle; "but if you're around this way
to-morrow morning and it's a nice day she may try another jump."

"I'm sorry," Puss, Jr., replied, "but by that time I shall be far away upon my journey. Thank you just the
same." And with these words he took off his hat to Miss Pussy and resumed his travels along the cool, shady
path through the woods.

PUSS MEETS YANKEE DOODLE DANDY

The broad highway was somewhat dusty and not nearly so pleasant as the cool, shady path through the woods.
At the same time Puss felt that it was leading him on toward his journey's end, and the thought that then he
would find his dear father made his heart beat fast with hope.

He began to whistle, when suddenly he heard the sound of hoofbeats. Then a voice commenced singing,
loudly and clearly:

"Yankee Doodle came to town, Riding on a pony; He stuck a feather in his cap And called it macaroni.

"Yankee Doodle came to town, Yankee Doodle dandy, He stuck a feather in his cap And called it sugar
candy."

Down the road came a pony at a mad gallop, and seated upon his back was a very queer-looking person. In his
cap was a long feather and in his right hand was a big whip. The pony was galloping along at a great rate, and
every now and again his rider would give a tremendous whoop, like an Indian brave. "Yankee Doodle
Dandy!" he yelled, and then the pony would stand up on his hind legs and neigh.

"Look out!" yelled the rider, as he approached Puss. "Don't you see you are in the way?"

"Am I?" said Puss, drawing to one side of the road.

"Well, not now," said the rider, drawing rein and looking at Puss with a good deal of interest. "Where's your
horse?"

"Where's my horse?" repeated Puss, looking about as if he expected to find one.