AFTER hearing the evidence and weighing learned counsel’s arguments, the Rajah inclined, he said, to blame the cat for being too great a temptation to the dog.* But the Brahmin respectfully disagreed, for the fly and the honey had started it all.

“Eh? What fly? What honey?” asked the Rajah, surprised. So the Brahmin told the court all that he had seen. “Enough!” exclaimed the Rajah presently. “Our eyes are opened. The cat and the dog did only what nature dictated. But the flour-dealer and the quarrelsome old man, they should have known better. We cannot order cats and dogs not to fight; but we can order you not to fight like cats and dogs!” And he gave the flour-dealer and the quarrelsome old fellow a spell in jail to think about it.

The Rajah did not, of course, forget to summon the source of all the trouble, the one who called himself a Mischief-Maker, to explain himself. But it seemed nobody could find him.