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have to catch the bus. Good-bye, Mollie dear; good-bye, Mike. We've had a wonderful party, and we thank you very much for such a good time."
    "Thank you for bringing such a lovely lot of guests," said the twins, and they kissed everyone good-bye—even Sooty, who was terribly proud of being hugged by the two children.
    "Dear old Pink-Whistle," said Mollie. "Isn't he a darling! He's just the kindest fellow in all the world. When things seemed too horrid for words, he came along and put everything right. I wish I was like him."
    "Good-bye, good-bye!" shouted Mike, waving to Mr. Pink-Whistle, who was the last one to get into the bus. "Take care of yourself, Mr. Pink-Whistle, and DO come and see us again!"
    Good-bye! Good-bye!

CHAPTER IV

    A PUZZLE FOR THE JONES 
    FAMILY

    ONE afternoon, when Mr. Pink-Whistle was walking down a town street, trying to find a teashop where he could have a bun and a cup of coffee, he heard a meow coming from the small front garden of a house.
    Mr. Pink-Whistle stopped at once. He knew that the meow was from a cat in need of help. Surely it couldn't have been caught in a trap? He opened the gate of the garden and went inside.
    A tabby-cat was sitting on the front doorstep of the house meowing pitifully. She was thin and looked very lonely and miserable.
    "Poor creature! Won't your family let you in?" said Mr. Pink-Whistle. "I'll ring the bell and tell them. And I'll tell them to give you a good meal, too. You look so thin!"
    Mr. Pink-Whistle rang the bell loudly. Nobody came to the door. He knocked with the knocker, blim, blam, blim, blam! Nobody came. Then Pink-Whistle saw that the blinds were drawn down, and that the knocker wasn't cleaned, and that an old newspaper lay on the front door mat.
    "Why, they must be away!" he thought. And just as he thought that, a voice came from over the fence next door.
    "Hi! It's no use knocking! The Jones family are away! They've been away two weeks, and are coming back to-morrow."
    "Thank you," said Pink-Whistle, nodding to the boy who looked over the fence. Then he spoke to the cat. "And what have you been doing to get yourself so thin and miserable in two weeks, Tabby?"
    "Well, my family went without leaving anywhere for me to sleep, and without arranging for any food for me," said Tabby mournfully. "I've had hardly anything for my dinner for two weeks, and though I've tried to catch a few mice, it is difficult, because there are hardly any round here. So I've got thin. But what has made me so miserable is that the family I love should treat me like this! It isn't fair." .
    "Indeed it isn't!" said Pink-Whistle in a rage. "What! This horrid family went away and left you all alone and uncared for! I won't have it! I'll go straight to the fish-shop and buy you some fish!"
    So off went the angry little man, with the tabby-cat running at his heels, tail well up in the air. Pink-Whistle bought a fine bit of fish and took it back to the cat's garden. The tabby gobbled up the fish, uncooked as it was, and then began to wash itself, looking pleased and happy.
    "Now look here, Tabby—I'm going to show that horrid family called Jones what it's like to have no food!" said Mr. Pink-Whistle fiercely. "You just wait till they come home to-morrow. I'll show them! I'll show them!"
    The next day was Saturday. The family were coming home after tea, and they had written to ask the milkman to send some milk, the baker to send some bread, the greengrocer to leave some potatoes, the butcher to leave some meat, and the grocer to leave butter, tea, and the rest of the things.
    There was a little yard at the back, with a big box in which the trades people left their goods if there was no one to take them in at the back door. Each man left his goods in the box and shut down the lid. Mr. Pink-Whistle soon found out where the box was, because he made himself invisible and watched where the goods were put.
    And then the sly little man opened the lid of the box, took out everything, popped