“No! But I thought I heard a cat crying,” answered Nan. “Listen!”
They all kept quiet.
Then, faintly, came a little wailing cry.
“Oh, it’s a kittie!” exclaimed Flossie. “It’s a kittie on the back steps! I’m going to get it!”
She began to get down from her chair.
“That cry came from the front door,” said Bert.
“I think so,” agreed his father.
“It does sound like a cat,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Perhaps some one’s pet wandered away in the storm last night. But I don’t believe it rang the doorbell,” she added, with a faint smile.
“No, that was the lightning,” insisted Bert.
Nan had hurried to the front of the house. They heard her open the door, and the next moment she uttered a startled cry—almost a cry of alarm.