She arched her back a little and seemed afraid.

Then she whispered to Ojo: "Come!" and led him to a bed.
With his hands the boy felt of the bed and found it was big and soft, with feather pillows and plenty of blankets.

So he took off his shoes and hat and crept into the bed.

Then the cat led Scraps to another bed and the Patchwork Girl was puzzled to know what to do with it.
"Lie down and keep quiet," whispered the cat, warningly.
"Can't I sing ?" asked Scraps.
"No." "Can't I whistle ?" asked Scraps.
"No." "Can't I dance till morning, if I want to ?" asked Scraps.
"You must keep quiet," said the cat, in a soft voice.
"I don't want to," replied the Patchwork Girl, speaking as loudly as usual.

"What right have you to order me around?
If I want to talk, or yell, or whistle--" Before she could say anything more an unseen hand seized her firmly and threw her out of the door, which closed behind her with a sharp slam.
She found herself bumping and rolling in the road and when she got up and tried to open the door of the house again she found it locked.
"What has happened to Scraps ?" asked Ojo.
"Never mind.