Lom goes to look for Cats. 57

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“Look,” he said, pointing to it, and still
whispering, though there was nobody in the
room; “that’s where they come, I’m certain—
just outside on the slates. Didn’t you hear
them last night ?” |

“Hear what?” whispered Tom, _half-
frightened. “Do you mean robbers ?”

“No,” answered Bob; “not robbers. Cats
—cats squalling. Didn’t you hear them ?”

Tom could not say he did. He never
heard any noises at night after he was in bed.

“Now,” said Bob, “look here. They've
a perfect right to squall, and I don’t want
to interfere with them; but what I say 1s,
they've no right to join together to squall
there. It disturbs ever so many people. Do
you see that box? I want you to push me
up. I must see what’s outside.”

They shoved the box close to the wall, and
Bob stood on it. Then Tom helped to push
him. |

“That'll do,” said Bob, after looking out-
side carefully. “ Just what I thought. There’s
a deep gutter, and a railing along the top, I