"Meow!" answered the black kitten.
"Oh, dear me, what will you do now?" cried Flossie, as she came chasing up.
"Perhaps I can get to the roof from the inside," said Bert, and he darted quickly into the barn.
There were a rickety pair of stairs leaning to the barn loft and these he mounted. In the loft all was dark and full of cobwebs. Here and there were small holes through the roof, through which the water came every time it rained.
"Snoop! Snoop!" he called, putting his mouth close to one of the holes.
The kitten turned around in surprise. He hardly knew from whence the voice came, but he evidently knew Bert was calling, for he soon came in that direction.
As the barn was an old one and not fit to use, Bert felt it would do no harm to knock a shingle or two from the roof. Looking around, he espied a stout stick of wood lying on the floor and with this he began an attack on the shingles and soon had two of them broken away.
