“The cat is not the hoodoo,” said Bart, shaking his head. “I know what is.”
“You do?”
“Sure.”
“Name it.”
“I am!”
“You?”
“Yes.”
Frank stared at Bart in surprise, and then burst out laughing.
“Well, how in the world did you happen to get such a foolish notion into your head?” he cried.
“It’s not foolish,” declared Bart, stubbornly. “It’s straight, I know it, and you can’t make me think differently.”