Yes, and Con see him too." Mary-'Gusta stamped her foot in triumph.

"Then it wasn't David," she said.

"It wasn't David at all.

'Twas somebody else's cat, Mr.
Bacheldor." "Somebody else's nothin'! Don't you suppose I know--" "Hold on! Heave to, Ab.

Mary-'Gusta, how do you know 'twasn't our cat ?" "'Cause--'cause David was with me from four o'clock till most five; that's how.