Cathead had half turned to go when he stopped abruptly and began to look around him. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "What in the dickens smells so?"
"It does smell kind o' funny, don't it?" Sube agreed.
"Funny? I should say it is funny! What is it?"
"I guess the air must be a little bad," mumbled Sube.
"A little? Say! It's awful in here!"
"But you ought to smell it out in the back yard," suggested Sube. "It's a lot worse out there!"
With a disdainful grimace Cathead turned towards the stairs. "You said some'pm about cookies," he remembered. "Lead me to 'em."
"They're in the pantry," said Sube as he started to follow Cathead down the stairs. But when he was halfway down he turned back. "Dern the luck!" he exclaimed with affected disgust. "I forgot some'pm. Got to go back. Now don't eat 'em all up before I get there!"