put her paws on the fender, dropped her head a little on one side, half closed her eyes, and seemed thinking of nothing at all. Then Fido, who lay stretched at full length upon the hearth-rug, looked steadfastly at her, and heaving a gentle whine, said,--
"Oh, Tittums, I've fallen in love!"
[Illustration: FIDO COURTING TITTUMS.]
"Indeed!" replied the prudent Cat, not wishing to show him how anxious she was.
"Yes, indeed," continued the little Doggy, rather hurt at her coldness: "it's you that I've fallen in love with. Do you like me, Tittums?"
But Tittums would not answer, even with a single purr-r! and it was only upon her giving him a sly look out of the corner of her left eye that he guessed how much she did like him. However, made bold by even this small token of esteem, he came quietly up, and sat by her side; even going so far, at last, as to take her out for a