When they had everything ready they went and fetched Mrs. Tubbs and showed her the supper they had prepared. But the old woman would not eat anything but kept saying,
“Oh dear, oh dear! What shall I do? I am turned out of house and home, and me an old woman!”
She cried herself to sleep
So they put her to bed in the cave, covered her over with leaves and placed Pink at her feet as a hot-water bottle. And presently she cried herself to sleep.
Punk and Ponk now began to worry over what they should do with the old woman next.
“She can’t stay here,” said Ponk. “That’s certain. You see, Punk, she isn’t eating anything. She is so upset and she is so old. What we’ve got to do is to find some way to turn that booby out of the farm so she can go back and live there.”
“Well, what shall we do?” said the dog.
“I don’t just know yet,” Polly Ponk answered.
