"Where are you going to run to?"
"Somewhere. I think maybe I'll go and live in the woods for awhile. Want to come along? It's going to be fine."
"The woods!" broke in Fluffy. "You couldn't live there. You'd be rained on. You'd get wet."
"Oh, you keep quiet," mewed Yowler roughly. "I ain't talking to you. Don't you want to come, Jaz? There's lots of places to live,--hollow trees and things; and birds, and field mice, and fish; we'd just have a great time."
"But you don't know how to get there," said Jazbury.
"Sure I do. Some man brought me in from the country when I was a kitten; a little kitten, I mean; we came past a wood, and I could find my way back there just as easy as not if I tried. Come on, Jaz. It's going to be fine, I tell you."
"I'd just as lief as not," said Jazbury slowly. "When are you going?"
"Tomorrow morning, I guess; just as soon as the baker opens his shop and I can get you."
"You come, too, Fluffy," cried Jazbury suddenly. "I'll go if you will."
"Oh, no!" mewed Fluffy, and Yowler chimed in, "Oh, he can't go. He's too much of a mamma's pet. We don't want him."