AFTER supper, the Captain got out his spectacles lit his pipe, and began reading the newspaper. "Humph!" he would say sometimes; or "Well, well!" or, perhaps, "They need some honest sailors in the Senate." But this evening he found something to read to the Cat. He always acted as though the Cat understood him, for it kept him from being lonely.
"Here's a poem," he said, looking up, "called The Bad Kittens." Then he read aloud slowly:
"You may call, you may call,
But the little black cats won't hear you,
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon.
But the little black cats won't hear you,
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon.
