And David said it was funny how heavy books were, because they were made of paper, and paper was one of the lightest things there was, and his kitty liked to play with pieces of newspaper, out of doors, where the wind blew them.
Then he got up and called his cat, but she didn't come.
"I'll tell you," David said; "let's go and find her."
So Dick and David each took hold of one handle of the cart, and walked along to David's house, and David called his cat again, but she didn't come.
Then he thought that she must be in the woods, and they would go there and find her.
But first he went into his house and asked the maid to give him and Dick some cookies, and the maid gave him three for Dick and three for himself.
And he gave Dick his three, and the two little boys wandered on into the woods, eating their cookies and dragging the cart behind them, and David thought how much better a real little boy was than a pretend little boy.
And David told Dick about the squirrels and the crows and the other birds that were there, and he showed him where there were some chestnuts; and they picked up some chestnuts and got them out of the burs and put them into the cart.
Then suddenly there was David's cat walking along, with her bushy tail sticking straight up in the air; and she went to David and rubbed against him, and she went to Dick and rubbed against him, and she went to the cart and rubbed against that.
Then she ran on ahead, and they came after, and they went to the place where the squirrels and the crows had been.