Andy's eyes were as big as saucers.
"Honest?" he asked doubtfully.
"They came out last night and we chased the cat, Jeremiah, into the attic where he disappeared," said Hortense. "We must find out where he went."
"Aw, you're fooling," said Andy, but he spoke weakly.
"Cross my heart 'n hope to die," said Hortense. "You come over to-night after everybody's asleep, and I'll show you."
"I suppose I could get out of my window all right," said Andy doubtfully, "but how could I get into your house?"
"By the cellar window and the wooden chute as you did to-day!" cried Hortense. "Then I'd unlock the cellar door, and you could come up."
Andy seemed not to like the prospect.
"It will be dark," he said.
"Oh, if you're afraid of the dark, of course," Hortense sniffed.