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them into an enormous bag he had brought, and ran off down the street. The tabby-cat watched him in amazement.
    Pink-Whistle went to a row of poor old tumbledown cottages. In them lived three or four poor families whose children went barefoot. Pink-Whistle had a fine time there. Do you know what he did?
    He opened each door of the row of cottages and popped inside the kitchen something that he had taken out of the box in the back-yard! Mrs. Tabbies got two loaves of bread. Goodness, wasn't she surprised to see the door open and the loaves hop into the kitchen! She couldn't see Pink-Whistle, of course, because he was quite invisible.
    Mrs. Harris, next door, was peeling potatoes at the sink when she saw her door open and a bottle of milk and a large piece of meat come in. She squealed and dropped the potato-knife. But she soon got over her fright when she found that the milk and meat stayed on the floor, waiting to be picked up!
    Everyone in the row got something. Then Pink-Whistle hurried off to the house again. The Jones family had just come back and were busy unpacking upstairs.

    THE DOOR OPENED AND TWO LOAVES HOPPED INTO THE KITCHEN.
    The cat was meowing and purring around them, delighted to see the family again, although they had treated her so badly.
    It was half-past six. Mrs. Jones went out into the yard to fetch in the food, meaning to get Mr. Jones, Joan Jones, and John Jones some supper. But there was nothing at all in the box. How angry she was!
    She flew upstairs and said that Mr. Jones couldn't possibly have posted her cards to the tradesmen, asking them to send the goods. They quarreled, and then at last John Jones was sent out to see what food he could get before the shops closed.
    The dairy was shut, so he could get no milk. The baker had only one stale brown loaf left, and John bought that. He bought a string of sausages, some butter, some bacon, and some eggs. Then back he went home.
    "Put them in the larder," called Mrs. Jones. "I'm just coming. Don't leave them on the table or the cat will get them, the greedy thing!"
    The cat didn't get them—but someone else did!
    Mr. Pink-Whistle, quite unseen, slipped into the kitchen and went to the larder. In a trice everything was under his arm, in his big bag! The little man slipped out again—and back to those poor cottages he went, chuckling away to himself.
    And what a pleasant surprise the cottagers got again, when eggs, sausages, bread, and bacon, and butter suddenly appeared round their doors! They couldn't make it out. They ran to the door to see who had put the things there, but they could see no one. Mr. Pink-Whistle was invisible. All they heard was a deep chuckle from somewhere nearby. It was very puzzling—but very nice!
    Well, the Jones family were in a way when they found that the larder was empty. Not a thing was there!
    "Did you put the things in the larder as I told you?" asked Mrs. Jones. John nodded.
    "Of course I did," he said. "And shut the door, too. So the cat couldn't have got them."
    "Well, the shops will all be shut now," said his mother. "We can't get any food for supper. Your father will have to run round to the dairy early to-morrow morning and get some eggs, milk, and butter. We can at least make some sort of breakfast then. And maybe the butcher has some meat over that he can let us have."
    Well, Mr. Jones did manage to get some eggs, milk, and butter, and a loaf of bread from a neighbour in the morning. He put the loaf on the table, Mrs. Jones popped the eggs into a saucepan to boil, put the butter into a dish, and the milk into a jug.
    But as soon as she turned her back, the things were gone! Yes— the eggs were whisked out of the saucepan, the loaf disappeared with the butter and milk, and when the Jones family came to breakfast, there wasn't anything for them to have at all! Mr. Pink-Whistle had been along again! Only the tabby knew what was happening, for, like most animals, she could see Mr. Pink-Whistle, even though he