“‘Humph! I thought everybody knew there were three in a bunch on a pitch pine, and five in a bunch on a white pine. It’s in the catechism.’
“‘No, it’s not,’ said Fred, decidedly.
“‘It ought to be, then, which is precisely the same thing with us kittens.’
“‘It isn’t with folks,’ said Fred.
“‘Well, let me see if you know anything at all. Do you see that black cloud coming up over the hills?’
“‘Yes’m.’
“‘Probably it will rain to-night, will it not?’
“‘Yes’m,’ replied Fred again, meekly.
“‘Why should it?’
“Fred looked at the cloud blankly; he really had never thought of this before.