"Oh, if that were only little Jazbury," mewed Aunt Tabby sadly.
"Don't say that; you know it couldn't be," said Mother Bunch.
A moment later both cats sprang to their feet with a loud mew.
Above the top of the fence appeared a little black and white face, two white paws, a black body, a black tail waving like a flag. It was Jazbury.
He jumped down into the yard, and rushed up to his mother and Aunt Tabby. Fluffy followed him.
"Momma! momma!" he mewed. "Oh, Aunt Tabby! I'll never run away again. Oh, I'm so glad to be home!"
He and his mother and Aunt Tabby rubbed noses, and the cats kissed Jazbury, cat fashion, and mewed aloud with joy.
"And little Fluffy, too!" cried Mother Bunch. "Oh, how glad your mother will be to have you home again. She's so unhappy about you."
None of them noticed, at first, that Yowler had followed the other two kittens into the yard, and was now sitting over near the fence grinning at them.
"It was very, very naughty of you to run away, Jazbury," said his aunt. "We've been worried to death about you."