Slap, slap, slap, something went against the newel post.
"One, two, three for me," said a hoarse voice.
"That isn't fair. You slapped with your tail," said Hortense.
"Why isn't it fair?" said Alligator. "I wouldn't stand a chance with you running. Now go ahead and find the others while I take a nap."
"Well, there are plenty more," Hortense consoled herself. "I'll look in Grandmother's room first."
The first thing she saw was the bright eyes of Owl, who was perched on the mantel.
"I see you," said Hortense and started to run back.
But Owl flew over her head and was perched on the newel post when she arrived.
"Dear me," said Hortense, "I'll be It all the time at this rate. I wonder if Coal and Ember are in the fireplace. She looked, but they weren't there.
"I'll try the library," thought Hortense.