JOHNNY AND HIS SAND BOX

Johnny’s sand box is in the back yard. It is a fine big box, with the

sides raised so that Johnny and the sand will not fall out. The sand

is fine and dry, and almost white; it came from the seashore, and

sometimes you find a little shell in it.

The things that belong in the sand box (beside Johnny himself!) are the

blue tin pail to hold sand, and the red tin pail to hold water, and

the shovel, and the rake, and the old kitchen spoon. The things that

do _not_ belong there (some of them) are the woolly dog (because the

sand gets all into his wool, and then shakes out on the nursery floor,

and Maggie says it is a Sight!), and Johnny’s shoes and stockings (he

likes to take them off and sift the hot, clean sand between his bare

toes), and the neighbors’ cats.

This story is about the cats. There are five of them. One is black, and

has a red leather collar with a little silver bell; it belongs to the

deaf old lady next door, and its name is Jetty. Another is yellow, and

belongs to the lame girl in the white house with green blinds; its name

is Topaz. The third cat is gray, with white front and paws. This is a

lady cat, and her name is Malta; she belongs to the lady whom Johnny

calls Mrs. Nose. Mamma does not allow him to say this, and he tries to

remember, but sometimes he forgets; one day he said right out, “Good

morning, Mrs. Nose!” and she only laughed, and said her nose was just

the right size, and she needed it all to smell catnip with. She is a

funny lady, and Johnny likes her, and Malta too.

The fourth cat belongs to Mr. Chops the butcher, and is a big tabby,

with green eyes and fierce whiskers. Johnny does not like him at all.

But the fifth cat is Muffet, his own dear white kitten.

Now all these cats were friends except Bobs, the butcher’s cat. He

lives on meat, and Mamma says perhaps that makes him cross. Anyhow, he

is cross, and he growls and snarls and spits at Muffet and Jetty and

Topaz and Malta, and tries to steal their fishbones, and upsets their

milk, and is really a very horrid cat.

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The story happened one night last week. Johnny was asleep, and Maggie

was tidying up the nursery before going to bed, when suddenly she heard

a queer noise. It came from the yard, and she stepped to the window

and looked out. It was bright moonlight; and what do you think? The

cats were having a party in the sand box! the four friendly cats, that

is, Muffet and Topaz and Malta and Jetty. Maggie thought Muffet must

have invited the others, for she was sitting in the middle of the box

with her front paws tucked under her, looking so pleased and happy;

and the three others had their paws tucked in too, and they were all

four talking in little soft mews, and seemed to be having a very good

time. Then all of a sudden there was a snarl and a yowl, and that

horrid great Bobs sprang over the fence and into the sand box, and

began clawing and spitting and scratching right and left, just as hard

as he could. At first the four friendly cats were too startled to do

anything; but in another minute _they_ began to spit and scratch and

claw, and there were all five of them rolling over and over, scattering

the sand on every side, and making such a noise that it woke Johnny

out of his sound sleep. At first he was frightened, but Maggie told

him what it was, and said wait and see what she would do. She pushed

up the fly screen very softly, and then she brought the great big jug

full of water, and leaning out,—splash! she emptied it full on the

fighting, struggling cats. _Oh!_ how they yelled! One jumped this way,

and one jumped that; and the next moment not one was left except poor

little Muffet, sitting in the middle of the box and crying pitifully.

“Oh, _poor_ Muffy!” said Johnny. “Poor Muffy _all_ wet!” So then good

Maggie ran down and brought Muffet up, and dried her with a towel, and

comforted her till she purred. Johnny wanted to take her into bed with

him, but Maggie said that never would do; so,—what _do_ you think? She

put her in the doll’s cradle with Susan Dolly, and covered her up, and

told her to go to sleep, and she did!

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