“No, it’s all right!” cried Timette, “we had better go on, I can see daylight and smell the open air.”
This was a good thing, for the fat puppies would have found it very difficult to turn round in such a small space. At the end the hole grew so narrow that Timette had to squeeze to get through, and when Ann crawled out, some of the roof fell in and there was no more hole to be seen.
CHAPTER VI
THE LOST PUPPIES
The puppies found themselves in a hole in two senses of the word. It wasn’t a nice hole either, but a deep one, cold and damp, too, and with no enticing smells. It had once been the home of a lot of rabbits, but it had all been dug up, and the only smell about it now was that of a cold dull spade.
“I want to go home,” whimpered Ann.
“So do I, Cry-baby,” said Timette, “but we shall have to climb out of here first.”
