Then home we will ride to your own little house.”
No sooner said than done, they all scrambled under the warm fur robe and rode away, away, away, to the home of the Three Little Kittens.
When they arrived Old Mother Kit-Cat stood in the doorway looking for them.
She was delighted to see Uncle Mouser again and he said he would stay, if he could sleep in his red plush-lined basket.
Such a shaking of snow as there was from fur and whiskers, and Trot gave Old Mother Kit-Cat the pennies they had earned.
When they were all ready to go to sleep Dot said, “We forgot to ask Curly-Bear if he had ever seen our mittens.”
Tot said, “We forgot to ask Old Shadow if he had seen our mittens, that time they were lost so long.”
Trot said, “Perhaps Billy Beaver could have told us something about them.”
Old Mother Kit-Cat said,