n was glowing with a bright, rosy light,
as though a number of candles were burning in his stomach and shining
out through his scarlet clothes.

"That's the coals he had for his supper," thought Davy; but, as the
Goblin continued to smile complacently and seemed to be feeling quite
comfortable, he did not venture to ask any questions, and went on with
his thoughts. "I suppose he'll soon have smoke coming out of his nose,
as if he were a stove. If it were a cold night I'd ask him to come and
sit in my lap. I think he must be as warm as a piece of toast;" and the
little boy was laughing softly to himself over this conceit, when the
Goblin, who had been staring intently at the sky, suddenly ducked his
head, and cried "Squalls!" and the next moment the air was filled with
cats falling in a perfect shower from the sky. They were of all sizes
and colors,--big cats, little cats, black cats, white cats, gray cats,
yellow, spotted and brindle cats, and at least a dozen of them fell
sprawling into the clock. Among them, to Davy's dismay, was Solomon,
with the other mitten drawn over his head and the thumb sticking
straight up like a horn. This gave him a very extraordinary appearance,
and the other cats evidently regarded him with the gravest distrust as
they clustered together at Davy's end of the clock, leaving Solomon
standing quite alone, and complaining in a muffled voice as he tugged
frantically at the mitten.

"Don't scold so much!" said the Goblin, impatiently.

Now, Davy would never have teased Solomon if he had had the slightest
idea that cats could talk, and he was dreadfully mortified when Solomon
cried out excitedly, "Scold! I should think I had enough to scold about
to-day! I've had bits of worsted tied on to my tail, and I've had some
milk with pepper in it, and I've had pill-boxes stuck on to my feet, so
that I fell heels over head downstairs--let alone having this nightcap
on!"

All this was certainly enough to scold about; but what else Solomon had
to complain of will never be known, for, at this moment, an old tabby
cat screamed out, "Barkers!" and all the cats sprang over the side of
the clock, and disappeared, with Solomon bringing up the rear, like a
little unicorn.

"I think it sounds very ridiculous for a cat to talk in that way," said
Davy, uneasily.

"Yes; but it sounds very true, for all that," said the Goblin, gravely.

"But it was such fun, you know," said Davy, feeling that he was blushing
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