Fluffy snuggled up close against him. "Jazbury!" he whispered.
"Yes."
"Don't you wish we were home?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind it."
"Let's go home. Let's go before Yowler gets back."
"No; that would be mean. But maybe tomorrow,--only I don't know the way."
"Miaw-aw-aw!" came Yowler's loud voice, breaking harshly through the silence of the wood. "Come on over here, kits; I've found a fine place to sleep."
The other kittens hurried toward the place from which his voice had come, and found him standing in front of a hollow tree. There was a bed of moss and dry leaves in the hollow, and it was snug and dry. The three kittens crept into it and snuggled down together, and soon they were fast asleep, worn out by their journey and the adventures they had passed through.
VII
Jazbury opened his eyes and looked about him. For a moment he could not think where he was. Instead of the white-washed walls and beams of the cellar, the sides of the tree arched up above him; and there was Fluffy cuddled up close against him, instead of Mother Bunch and Aunt Tabby.