"If I hadn't been thrown out I wouldn't have seen the stars, nor the big gray wolf." "What wolf ?" inquired Ojo.
"The one that came to the door of the house three times during the night." "I don't see why that should be," said the boy, thoughtfully; "there was plenty to eat in that house, for I had a fine breakfast, and I slept in a nice bed." "Don't you feel tired ?" asked the Patchwork Girl, noticing that the boy yawned.
"Why, yes; I'm as tired as I was last night; and yet I slept very well." "And aren't you hungry ?" "It's strange," replied Ojo.

"I had a good breakfast, and yet I think I'll now eat some of my crackers and cheese." Scraps danced up and down the path.

Then she sang: "Kizzle-kazzle-kore; The wolf is at the door, There's nothing to eat but a bone without meat, And a bill from the grocery store." "What does that mean ?" asked Ojo.
"Don't ask me," replied Scraps.

"I say what comes into my head, but of course I know nothing of a grocery store or bones without meat or--very much else." "No," said the cat; "she's stark, staring, raving crazy, and her brains can't be pink, for they don't work properly." "Bother the brains!" cried Scraps.

"Who cares for 'em, anyhow?
Have you noticed how beautiful my patches are in this sunlight ?" Just then they heard a sound as of footsteps pattering along the path behind them and all three turned to see what was coming.