Thus they left Grater, grinding his teeth in rage, and made their way into the cellar.
While they were eating their bits of cooky to make them large again, Hortense said,
"How can we prevent Jeremiah from setting Grater free?"
"We must block the way on this side, too," said Andy, immediately rolling a barrel before the sliding door in the air chute of the furnace. Upon this he piled a heavy box.
"If Jeremiah can move those, he is a smart cat," said Andy.
"Jeremiah is a smart cat," Hortense said, "but it's the best we can do."
In the kitchen they parted company, and as soon as Hortense was in bed she fell fast asleep and did not wake until the sun was high the next day.
After breakfast Fergus came to pry open the drawers in the lowboy that had refused to budge the day before.
"There's nothing the matter with them," said Fergus as they slid open at a touch. "They are just as usual."
"Why, so they are," said Grandmother and opened the upper drawer. "What in the world is this?"