“What?”
“Marching him up into the garret.”
The boys looked puzzled.
“Can you get him up?”
“Of course we can.”
“But think of the horrible racket he’d make going up. We couldn’t keep it secret.”
“O, yes, we could. We could fix him so that he could go up without any noise in particular.”
“How?”
“Why, by putting bits of carpet around each of his feet. We could then get him up stairs somehow. A basket of oats, for instance.”
The boys thought for a time, and then burst into fits of laughter at the idea.