He cast another glance about the room and,
speaking to the air, he said: "Whoever lives here
has been kind to me, and I'm much obliged."

There was no answer, so he took his basket
and went out the door, the cat following him.
In the middle of the path sat the Patchwork
Girl, playing with pebbles she had picked up.

"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
"I thought you were never coming out. It has been
daylight a long time."

"What did you do all night?" asked the boy.

"Sat here and watched the stars and the
moon," she replied. "They're interesting. I never
saw them before, you know."

"Of course not," said Ojo.

"You were crazy to act so badly and get
thrown outdoors," remarked Bungle, as they
renewed their journey.

"That's all right," said Scraps. "If I hadn't
been thrown out I wouldn't have seen the stars,
nor the big gray wolf."

"What wolf?" inquired Ojo.