Speaker 1: The sandy cat. The sandy cat sat by the kitchen
Speaker 1: fire yesterday. It had had no supper this morning. Everyone
Speaker 1: had forgotten it all night. It had caught no mice
Speaker 1: all day. As yet, it had tasted no milk. A
Speaker 1: little gray mouse, a saucerful of milk, a few fish
Speaker 1: or chicken bones would have satisfied it. But no gray mouse,
Speaker 1: with its soft, stringy tail behind it ran across the floor.
Speaker 1: No milk was near, No chicken bones, no fish, no anything.
Speaker 1: The serving maid had been washing clothes and was hanging
Speaker 1: them out to dry. The children had loitered on their
Speaker 1: way to school and were wondering what the master would
Speaker 1: say to them. The father had gone to the fair
Speaker 1: to help a neighbor to choose a horse. The mother
Speaker 1: sat making a patchwork quilt. No one thought of the
Speaker 1: sandy cat. It sat by the fire, alone and hungry.
Speaker 1: At last, the clothes were all a drying. The children
Speaker 1: had been scolded and sat learning a lesson for the morrow.
Speaker 1: The father came from the fair, and the patchwork quilt
Speaker 1: was put away. The serving maid put on a white
Speaker 1: apron with a frill and a clean cap, then taking
Speaker 1: the sandy cat in her arms. Said Pussy, Shall we
Speaker 1: go into the garden. So they went and walked up
Speaker 1: and down, up and down the pathway, till at last
Speaker 1: they stopped before a rose tree. The serving maid held
Speaker 1: up the cat to smell the roses, but with one
Speaker 1: long bound it leaped from her arms and away away
Speaker 1: whither ah, dear children, I cannot tell, for I was
Speaker 1: not there to see. But if ever you are a
Speaker 1: sandy cat, know that it is a terrible thing to
Speaker 1: be asked to smell roses when you are longing for
Speaker 1: a saucerful of milk and a gray mouse with a soft,
Speaker 1: stringy tail, And of the sandy cat,