So he went, dragging his cart behind him, with his shovel and his hoe rattling in the bottom of it.
And his cat saw him going, and she ran on ahead with her bushy tail sticking straight up in the air.
And the little boy came to the men and the horses and he stopped and stood still.
And his cat stopped too, but she didn't stand still; she rolled over on her back on the ground and wanted to play, but nobody would pay any attention to her.
Pretty soon one of the men looked down and saw the little boy.
"Hello!" he said.
"Hello," said the little boy. "What are you going to do?"
"Why," said the man, "we're going to dig dirt."
"Are you going to dig a hole?" the little boy asked.
"Yes," said the man; "a great big hole."