"There!" said Miss Sarah at last. "That's about as dry as I can get you. You poor little thing! You shall have a good meal to comfort you."
She carried Jazbury into the house, and his fur was so clean that it fairly shone and glistened like black satin. "You're a real beauty," said Miss Sarah, "and I never would have guessed it when I picked you up in the road."
That's the way Jazbury began life in his new home. It was a very pleasant home except for one thing; Miss Sarah would wash him every now and then.
He had plenty to eat and drink. There were soft chairs and sunny spots to sleep in, and as soon as he was used to the place, and Miss Sarah thought he would not run away, he was allowed to go out of doors whenever he wanted to.
The first day he was allowed to go out he found there was a flower garden in front of the house. It was a fine place to play. Paths wound about among the flower beds. Bees buzzed busily from bloom to bloom, and bright butterflies floated about overhead.
Jazbury examined it all over. There was a paling fence between it and the garden next door. When Jazbury came near this fence he saw a little furry white face peering through at him between the palings. It was Fluffy.
"Oh, Jazbury!" he called joyfully. "I was watching for you. I hoped you'd come out soon."
"Why! did you know I lived here?"
"Yes. The lady that carried me away that day just took me in next door. I knew our yards were next to each other."
"Come on over," said Jazbury.