using it as a means of climbing the roofs. So you think Nattie may be hiding there now?"
"Why, I don't know," said Hattie. "I never should have thought that she would dare to stay up there all night, alone."
"And there was such a driving storm last night, too," said Mrs. Hartwell; "it is not likely that she would sit on a roof during a pouring rain."
"She does in the summer, sometimes," said Hattie, "though not in the night. You see the house roof shelves out over the shed, so she can crawl under and keep quite dry."
"The roof is quite a resort with Nattie, then," said Mr. Stone.
"Oh, yes, sir; she goes there to read and to sleep."
Hattie paused suddenly.
"Well," said Mr. Stone, "go on, please."
"And when she is angry, she says that she always goes and tries to tear the shingles off."
Mr Stone laughed. "Nattie must visit the roof pretty often if she goes every time she is angry.
