"Jeremiah, put these nice plump children in the cooky jar," said Grater in his rough voice.
With two steps Grater was across the room, and he removed the cover of the jar.
"In with them, Jeremiah," said Grater, and Jeremiah, rising lazily, took first Andy and then Hortense by the collar and dropped them into the jar. The top came down with a clatter, and Hortense and Andy were in the dark.
The jar was empty and the sides were smooth as glass.
"Stand on my back," said Andy, "and see if you can reach the cover."
Though Hortense could just reach it, it was far too heavy for her to move.
"It wouldn't be of any use," said Hortense. "They'd catch us again even if we did get out."
So they sat quiet for a long time. Hortense felt like crying, but managed not to. After a time she became hungry and put her hand in her pocket. There was a large piece of cooky which she had put there when she began to grow small and had completely forgotten.
"I have a piece of cooky," said she, breaking it in two and giving Andy half.
"If we eat any more, we may grow still smaller," said Andy.