"Of course, in no time things are different," said the Clock. "I was speaking of time, not of no time."
Hortense puzzled over this, for it didn't seem right somehow.
"Well, no matter about that," said Hortense. "Tell us whose house this is—that's the important thing just now."
"Couldn't you tell whose house it is by looking at it?" asked the Clock. "I should think anybody could."
"It looks like something I've seen before," said Hortense, "but I can't remember what."
Then suddenly she did remember.
"It's the Cat's house!" said she. "And it has my charm!"
"Just so," said the Clock. "If I were you, I'd go away at once."
It seemed excellent advice, and Andy and Hortense turned to obey, but as they did so, in walked Jeremiah, a Jeremiah that seemed as big as a lion.
"Well, well," said Jeremiah in a purring voice, "if this isn't Andy and Hortense. I didn't think I'd find you here. How small you've grown!"