"I don't care, I'm hungry," said Hortense. "Besides, if we grow very small perhaps the Cat won't see us when he looks into the jar—or we'll be too small to eat, at any rate."
It seemed a slim chance, but Hortense took a bite of cooky and waited to see what would happen.
"I'm not growing smaller," said she. "I do believe I'm growing bigger!"
She stood up quickly.
"I can reach the top," said she.
Andy stood up, too.
"I'm still growing," said Hortense. "Quick. We must get out before the jar is too small for us, or we'll be squeezed in and can't get out."
Together they pushed as hard as they could. The top of the jar fell off with a loud crash and Andy and Hortense scrambled over the edge, just in time, for they were growing bigger very fast.
The room was empty and dark except for the fire on the hearth.
"Hello," said the Clock, "is it you again? Better run while you have a chance!"