"Yes, again. With water. And soap. And rubbed afterward. You know. I told you all about it."
"But, Jazbury!" cried Fluffy. "What does she do it for? Of course you were dirty at first. You know you were. You really needed to be washed then. I don't believe you could have cleaned yourself, you were so very dirty. But you don't need to be bathed now."
"Course I don't. I wash and wash myself. I wash every day. I wash myself just as much as you do. And I'm not going to stand being scrubbed with water. No, I'm not."
"But what are you going to do about it?"
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to run away. I'm going home!"
Fluffy started.
"Oh, Jazbury! You're not--not really going home? Where our mommas live?"
"Yes, I am. I'm going away tonight before she has a chance to wash me again."
"Oh, goody! goody!" cried Fluffy. "And I'll go, too. May I, Jazbury? I want to."
"All right. You meet me out here tonight when it's too dark for any one to see us. I'll be waiting for you."