"Huh? My lip?" he temporized as he tried to think of a plausible explanation. "Why,—why, I—I bumped 'at against the door," he got out finally.
"Prob'ly that's what makes you so pale," suggested Cathead. "Lay down a minute and you'll be all right."
Sube was glad to follow this advice.
"You ain't told me what you're all dressed up for," Cathead reminded him presently.
"I can't find my other clo's, I tole you," growled Sube. "I'll bet mama's gone and given 'em to the Salvation Army or something."
"How long since you couldn't find 'em?"
"Took 'em off jus' soon as I got home, and I ain't seen 'em since."
"That's funny," muttered Cathead as he began a cursory search for the missing garments. A moment later he called from the bathroom, "Hey, Sube, I've found out what smells so bad!"
"What?" asked Sube with a note of alarm.
"It's the water! Something must of got into the cistern. I'll bet it's another cat."