Instead of the idea being horrid, we were glad to know that "necessity is the mother of invention," and that the idea had originated in the mind of genius.

We at once acted upon the information, and started out rat hunting; but we couldn't find any rats.

Presently we came to an old outhouse that seemed to be a natural harbor for this kind of vermin.

The house was quickly torn down and out jumped an old residenter, who was old and gray.

I suppose that he had been chased before.