Wait a minute and I'll tie a string to you; for then you can lead us." He got a string from his pocket and tied it around the cat's neck, and after that the creature guided them along the path.

They had proceeded in this way for about an hour when a twinkling blue light appeared ahead of them.
"Good! there's a house at last," cried Ojo.

"When we reach it the good people will surely welcome us and give us a night's lodging." But however far they walked the light seemed to get no nearer, so by and by the cat stopped short, saying: "I think the light is traveling, too, and we shall never be able to catch up with it.

But here is a house by the roadside, so why go farther ?" "Where is the house, Bungle ?" "Just here beside us, Scraps." Ojo was now able to see a small house near the pathway.

It was dark and silent, but the boy was tired and wanted to rest, so he went up to the door and knocked.
"Who is there ?" cried a voice from within.
"I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are Miss Scraps Patchwork and the Glass Cat," he replied.
"What do you want ?" asked the Voice.
"A place to sleep," said Ojo.
"Come in, then; but don't make any noise, and you must go directly to bed," returned the Voice.
Ojo unlatched the door and entered.