"Snoop is on the barn!" cried Bert, as the kite settled on the grass a few yards away.
"Oh, Snoop! Snoop! are you hurt?" cried Freddie, running back a distance, so that he might get a view of the barn top.
Evidently Snoop was not hurt. But he was still scared, for he stood on the edge of the roof, with his tail standing straight up.
"Meow! meow! meow!" he said plaintively.
"He is asking for somebody to take him down," said Freddie. "Aren't you, Snoop?"
"Meow!" answered the black kitten.
"Oh, dear me, what will you do now?" cried Flossie, as she came chasing up.
"Perhaps I can get to the roof from the inside," said Bert, and he darted quickly into the barn.
There were a rickety pair of stairs leading to the barn loft and these he mounted. In the loft all was dark and full of cobwebs. Here and there were small holes through the roof, through which the water came every time it rained.
"Snoop! Snoop!" he called, putting his mouth close to one of the holes.