"I know," mewed Jazbury, "and I'm so sorry. But I'll never do it again, Aunt Tabby. Indeed I won't."
"I suppose you ought to be punished," sighed his mother, "but I'm so glad to have you back again I haven't the heart to do it."
At that moment Aunt Tabby espied Yowler sitting there grinning at them.
"Did you go away with that Yowler cat?" she cried. "Did you, Jazbury? Tell me at once."
"Well, yes, I did."
"I knew it! It's all his fault. S-s-st! Gr-r-r-r! Get out of here, you bad cat!" And Aunt Tabby flew at Yowler so fiercely that he gave a wild miaw, and flew over the fence and disappeared from sight.
"And don't you ever dare to come back again," Aunt Tabby growled after him.
And Yowler never did. Maybe he went back to the baker's, and maybe he left the neighborhood in search of a better home, but at any rate Jazbury never saw him again.
And now Jazbury and the two cats settled down on the kitchen steps together, and Jazbury told his mother and Aunt Tabby all his adventures ever since that early morning when he had stolen away from home.
Little Fluffy had already climbed over into his own yard in search of his mother, so there were only the three of them.