"I should think," said the first, "that the lawn was full of cats. Did you ever hear such a mewing, Jane?"That was the housekeeper's voice. The three, each of whom carried a squirming burlap potato-bag from the Trumbull cellar, stood close to a clump of stately pines full of windy songs, and trem-bled.
"It do sound like cats, ma'am," said another voice, which was Jane's, the maid, who had brought Mrs.
Meeks, the housekeeper, a cup of hot water and peppermint, because her dinner had disagreed with her.
"Just listen," said Mrs. Meeks.
"Yes, ma'am, I should think there was hundreds of cats and little kittens.""I am so afraid Mr. Van Ness will be disturbed.""Yes, ma'am."
"You might go out and look, Jane."
"Oh, ma'am, they might be burglars!"
"How can they be burglars when they are cats?"demanded Mrs. Meeks, testily.
Arnold Carruth snickered, and Johnny on one side, and Lily on the other, prodded him with an elbow.
They were close under the window.
"Burglars is up to all sorts of queer tricks, ma'am,"said Jane. "They may mew like cats to tell one another what door to go in.""Jane, you talk like an idiot," said Mrs. Meeks.
"Burglars talking like cats! Who ever heard of such a thing? It sounds right under that window. Open my closet door and get those heavy old shoes and throw them out."It was an awful moment. The three dared not move. The cats and kittens in the bags -- not so many, after all -- seemed to have turned into multi-plication-tables. They were positively alarming in their determination to get out, their wrath with one another, and their vociferous discontent with the whole situation.
"I can't hold my bag much longer," said poor little Arnold Carruth.
"Hush up, cry-baby!" whispered Lily, fiercely, in spite of a clawing paw emerging from her own bag and threatening her bare arm.
Then came the shoes. One struck Arnold squarely on the shoulder, nearly knocking him down and making him lose hold of his bag. The other struck Lily's bag, and conditions became worse; but she held on despite a scratch. Lily had pluck.
Then Jane's voice sounded very near, as she leaned out of the window. "I guess they have went, ma'am," said she. "I seen something run.""I can hear them," said Mrs. Meeks, queru-lously.
"I seen them run," persisted Jane, who was tired and wished to be gone.
"Well, close that window, anyway, for I know Ihear them, even if they have gone," said Mrs. Meeks.
The three heard with relief the window slammed down.
The light flashed out, and simultaneously Lily Jennings and Johnny Trumbull turned indignantly upon Arnold Carruth.
"There, you have gone and let all those poor cats go," said Johnny.
"And spoilt everything," said Lily.
Arnold rubbed his shoulder. "You would have let go if you had been hit right on the shoulder by a great shoe," said he, rather loudly.
"Hush up!" said Lily. "I wouldn't have let my cats go if I had been killed by a shoe; so there.""Serves us right for taking a boy with curls," said Johnny Trumbull.
But he spoke unadvisedly. Arnold Carruth was no match whatever for Johnny Trumbull, and had never been allowed the honor of a combat with him;but surprise takes even a great champion at a dis-advantage. Arnold turned upon Johnny like a flash, out shot a little white fist, up struck a dimpled leg clad in cloth and leather, and down sat Johnny Trumbull; and, worse, open flew his bag, and there was a yowling exodus.
