"Let me take your bonnet," said Mrs. Noah and before that dear old lady could remove her headgear, Mrs. Noah had taken out the big pin and undone the strings.
"There, make yourself comfortable," she cried, pushing forward a rocking-chair. "And have you found your father?" asked the Gander, for he and Puss were having a fine time talking over old times.
"No, not yet," answered Puss sadly, "But I hear he is Seneschal at the castle of my Lord of Carabas."
"You must be patient," answered the Gander. "And go in search of more adventures."
"Yes," answered Puss, "and I have with me my good comrade, Tom Thumb."
"All ashore that's going ashore," shouted the hoarse voice of Captain Noah. Then came the tinkle-jingle of the bell and the Ark quivered from bow to stern, and in another moment was off on the dark waters.