"Oh, Jazbury!" mewed Fluffy. "What do you s'pose they're going to do with us?"
"I don't know. We'll have to try to get out."
Jazbury began to tear and bite at the loose threads of the bag, but he could not make even the least little hole in the bagging. After awhile he gave it up and began to mew loudly.
"Mew! Me-ew-ew-ew!" he cried.
"Mew-ew! Me-ew-ew-ew! Mew-ew-ew!" cried Fluffy.
The buggy rumbled and jolted. The kittens mewed and mewed. Now and then they stopped and listened. Then they could hear the voices talking up above them. Then they would mew again louder than ever.
After a while the buggy stopped, and the bag with the kittens in it was lifted out and carried into the house. The bag was opened again, and the two big faces looked in on them.
"Did you ever see anything as dirty as the black one?" said the lady who caught them. "I hated to touch him. I know one thing; if I'm going to keep him, the first thing I'm going to do is to give him a good scrubbing with tar soap."
"Oh, Sarah!" cried the other. "You oughtn't to wash cats. You'll make him sick. Get the white one out for me, won't you? I'm afraid to put my hand in. I'm afraid the black one will scratch me."
Miss Sarah put her hand down in the bag, and lifted Fluffy out and gave him to her companion.