It was full to overflowing—with water.
“Where’s the cat?” said Ethel in astonishment.
“Cat’s gone back.”
I lowered the bucket again, although I felt that it was time thrown away. While I was trying to attract Miss Pussy’s attention Cherry, looking out into the moonlight, said,
“Here comes James.”
And a minute later he came in. He had not quite reached home when he heard Minerva’s agonized calls, and came in obedience to them.
“Think you can get her, James?” said I.
“I guess so. Light the lantern, Minerva,” said he, and Minerva sprang to the cellar stairs and brought out a lantern which she lighted promptly.
“Think she’s drowned, James?”
“No, sir, cats hate water, but they can swim all right.”