“Has he promised?” asked Tom, acutely.
“He said he would think about it. I rather liked him for the hesitation, for of course he is completely out of the way of continuous application to anything.”
“And what business, may I ask, are you going to establish him in? You seemed to be hinting at something.”
“I am going to start a cat farm, and put him in charge,” replied Berty, with the air of one making a great revelation.
“A cat farm,” echoed Tom, weakly, then, entirely collapsing, he rolled over on his side on the staircase and burst into silent and convulsive laughter.
CHAPTER XVIII.
TRAMP PHILOSOPHY
“What are you two giggling about?” asked a sudden voice, and Berty, looking up from the hall, and Tom, from the staircase, saw Bonny standing on the steps above them.
“Meow, meow,” murmured Tom, in a scarcely audible voice.