"So you'll know how it is down here too," he said.
Dripping, they stood upon the shore.
"Ow! ow!" sobbed Blossom, looking very miserable indeed; "if it doesn't det better soon, I don't want to see anything more at all, I don't."
"Of course it'll get better," said Puck; "the sun'll dry us." The sun looked out condescendingly from the clouds for a moment, and then disappeared. "Come, Blossom," said Puck, "who cares for the old sun! Just as though there wasn't fire anywhere but up there! There's some down here too. I know where it lives—down there in that little house."
Yes, down there in that little house.
"In the ashes, inside the stove," said the cat, who was looking after things while the cook was away.