“ I don’t know, aunt,” gasped the boy.

“Why, I never see anything like it. What did make him act so?”

“’Deed I don’t know, Aunt Polly; cats always act so when they’re having a good time.”

“They do, do they?” There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive.

“Yes’m. That is, I believe they do.”

“You do ?”

“Yes’m.”