Forgetting, for a time, the
stray cat they had started to pet, she and her brother ran over to the
little box-like house.
"Better look out!" exclaimed Flossie, as they drew near.
"Why?" asked Freddie.
"'Cause maybe there's a strange dog in that box."
"If there was a dog in this yard I guess this cat wouldn't have come in
here," replied Freddie. "The cat ran when the other dog barked, and
there can't be a dog here, else the cat wouldn't come in."
"I wonder what's there?" murmured Flossie.
"We'll soon find out," her brother said, as he bent over the little
house, which was made of some boxes nailed together. There was a tiny
window, with a piece of glass in it, and a small door.
Freddie began to open the little door, and he was not very much afraid,
for now the cat was purring and rubbing around his legs, and the little
boy felt sure that there could be no dog, or anything else scary, in the
box-house, or else the cat would not have come so close.
"Maybe there isn't anything in there," suggested Flossie.
"Oh, there's got to be SOMETHING!" declared Freddie. "It's a place for
chickens, maybe."
"It's too little for chickens," said Flossie.
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