For some time nothing was said, and they all sat looking at the fire.
Then the cat turned her green eyes toward Tina, and said, “So you couldn’t get over the ditch?”
“How do you know?” said she.
“How do I know anything?” said the cat. “Look in the fire.”
Tina looked, and saw the most wonderful sights, just as if they were really there. All that had just passed was plainly before her. She even saw herself standing by the ditch, and waiting to have the stone doors opened.
“This is very strange,” she thought. Just then the cat got up, stretched herself, and walked over to where Tina was sitting. She jumped up on the lounge and put her paw in Tina’s lap.
Tina looked around for the little girl, but she was gone, and only the rose was lying where she had been sitting.
Tina picked up the rose, but the cat took it from her, saying, “You must not have that till you go. Now it is time for me to take another nap; so you can go to your room.” And, holding the rose in her paw, she gave Tina a tap with it, and she at once found that she was in her own room at home.
“Well, I am glad to get back,” she said. “I wonder if everything is all right?”