"Well," continued the boy, "you see Bill, that's our biggest boy, got mad at the teacher, and so he went all round and gathered dead cats. Nothin' but cats, and cats, and cats. Oh! it was orful, them cats!"
"Pshaw! what have the cats to do with the school committee?"
"Now, well, you see Bill kept a bringing cats and cats; allers a pilin' them up yonder," pointing to a huge pile as large in extent as a pyramid, and considerably aromatic, "and he piled them. Nothing but cats, cats!"
"Never mind, my son, what Bill did; what has the committee met for?"
"Then Bill got sick haulin' them, and everybody got sick a nosin' them, but Bill got madder, and didn't give it up, but kept a pilin' up the cats and—"
"Can you tell what the committee are holding a meeting for?"
"Why, the skule committy are goin' to hold a meetin' up here to say whether they'll move the skule house or the cats."
The old gentleman evaporated immediately.
CONUNDRUMS.
If a husband were to see his wife drowning, what single letter of the alphabet would he name?—Answer. Let-her B.