"And then I might find my charm," Hortense added eagerly.
They peeped through the window and saw nothing but a low fire on the hearth and the dim, kindly face of the big clock.
"Let's risk it," said Hortense and lifting the latch, walked in.
"Hello," said the Clock genially. "You here again? It's a dangerous place for little folks."
"We shan't stay," said Hortense. "I want to get my charm if I can."
But the charm was not in its place under the glass upon the mantel.
"Oh dear," said Hortense.
"Jeremiah took the charm away," said the Clock. "Perhaps he'll bring it back in time."
"You have all the time there is," Hortense said. "We haven't and can't wait so long."
Still, there was nothing to do, not then at least, and bidding the Clock good-by, she and Andy hurried away. The blue moon was setting, and soon, they knew, it would be day. They hastened their steps and had nearly reached the tunnel when Andy suddenly pulled Hortense into the bushes beside the path.