“No, we’re all right as long as we have useful things,” said the Terror, without relaxing his thoughtful frown. “But you’re right about Mum—she must be different. I’ve got to think this out.”
“Three guineas is such a lot to think out,” said Erebus despondently.
“I thought out thirty pounds not so very long ago,” said the Terror firmly. “And if you come to think of it, Mum’s stole is really more important than bicycles and a cats’ home, though not so useful.”
“But it’s different—we had to have bicycles—you said so,” said Erebus eagerly.
“Well, we’ve got to have this stole,” said the Terror in a tone of finality; and the matter settled, his brow smoothed to its wonted serenity.
“But how?” said Erebus eagerly.
“Things will occur to us. They always do,” said the Terror with a careless confidence.
They began to put the kittens into their hutches. Half-way through the operation the Terror paused:
“I wonder if we could sell any of these kittens? Does any one ever buy kittens?”
“We did; we gave threepence each for these,” said Erebus.