must be different. I've got to think this out."

"Three guineas is such a lot to think out," said Erebus despondently.

"I thought out thirty pounds not so very long ago," said the Terror
firmly. "And if you come to think of it, Mum's stole is really more
important than bicycles and a cats' home, though not so useful."

"But it's different--we _had_ to have bicycles--you said so," said
Erebus eagerly.

"Well, we've got to have this stole," said the Terror in a tone of
finality; and the matter settled, his brow smoothed to its wonted
serenity.

"But how?" said Erebus eagerly.

"Things will occur to us. They always do," said the Terror with a
careless confidence.

They began to put the kittens into their hutches. Half-way through the
operation the Terror paused:

"I wonder if we could sell any of these kittens? Does any one ever buy
kittens?"

"We did; we gave threepence each for these," said Erebus.

"Ah, but we had to buy something in the way of cats for the home. We
should never have bought a kitten but for that. We shouldn't have
dreamt of doing such a thing."

"I should buy kittens if I were rich and hadn't got any," said Erebus
in a tone of decision.

"You would, would you? That's just what I wanted to know: girls will
buy kittens," said the Terror in a tone of satisfaction. "Well, we'll
sell these."

"But we can't empty the home," said Erebus.

"We wouldn't. We'd buy fresh ones, just able to lap, for threepence
each, and sell these at a shilling. We might make nearly a sovereign
that way."

"So we should--a whole sovereign!" cried Erebus; then she added in a
somewhat envious tone: "You do think of things."

"I have to. Where should we be, if I didn't?" said the Terror.

"But who are we going to sell them to? Everybody round here has cats."

"Yes, they have," said the Terror, frowning again. "Well, we shall
have to sell them somewhere else."

They put the sleepy kittens back in their hutches, and walked back to
the house, pondering. The Terror collected the books for his morning's
work slowly, still thoughtful.

As he was leaving the house he said: "Look here; the place for us to
sell them is Rowington. The people round here sell most of their
things at Rowington--butter and eggs and poultry and rabbits."

"And Ellen would sell them for us--in the market," said Erebus quickly.

"Of course she would! You see, you think of things, too!" cried the
Terror; and he went off to