reckon.”

“I never thought of that. That’s so. Lemme go with you?”

“Of course — if you ain’t afeard.”

“Afeard! ’Tain’t likely.

Will you meow?”

“Yes — and you meow back, if you get a chance. Last time, you kep’ me a-meowing around till old Hays went to throwing rocks at me and says ‘Dern that cat!’ and so I hove a brick through his window — but don’t you tell.”

“I won’t. I couldn’t meow that night, becuz auntie was watching me, but I’ll meow this time. Say — what’s that?”