“Why didn’t you keep her?”
“I thought you’d be looking everywhere; and Hatty said I ought to go. I’ll give you my new top if you’ll let me keep her.”
“I’ll do it; for mother hates to have her round; she kills chickens so.”
“Kills chickens! Oh, I guess that’s what she was after at our house.”
Fred suddenly remembered that he had first seen her near the hen-coop; and he also remembered that this was Sunday, and that he ought not to have been making bargains about cats.
“That was a real good story Miss Darling told us to-day,” he said, changing the subject.
“Yes, she’s a tip-top teacher! She makes us understand the lesson; and that’s what I never did before.”
“I’m going to wait here till Hatty comes up,” said Fred, stopping at the corner where his companion had to leave him, and looking earnestly up the street.
“I don’t want her if she kills chickens; but I’ll talk with Hatty about it to-morrow.”