"We're going home," said Jazbury. He was not at all glad to meet with Yowler again.
"Going home, are you! Well, now, that's not half bad. If you like, maybe I'll go along with you."
"But I thought you wanted to live on a farm," said Fluffy.
"Well, so I did, and I've been living there, but I don't have to stay in one place all the time."
"Don't you like it there?" asked Jazbury.
"Sure I did. Like it fine. Sure had a grand time. But I guess maybe the baker's looking for me, and I might as well go home. One place's just as good as another for me."
Neither Jazbury nor Fluffy wanted Yowler with them again, but they did not know how to tell him that.
"Well, let's go on," said Jazbury. "No use staying here all night."
As the three kittens trotted along through the starry darkness Yowler began to ask the kittens about where they had been living, how they had been treated, and what they had to eat.
"Had pretty good times, didn't you?" he said at last.