Before them, in the distance, was a little house with a steep roof and a pointed chimney. As they drew closer, they saw two windows in the end, set close together like a pair of eyes. Andy and Hortense walked slowly towards it, hand in hand. It was in a little garden surrounded by a hedge of cat-tails and hollyhocks. "I never saw a hedge of cat-tails before," said Andy, and indeed it looked very odd. There was a little gate, and through it Andy and Hortense entered the garden. Nobody was to be seen nor was there any sound. Andy and Hortense, coming closer, peeked through a window. They could see a fire on the hearth and a tall clock in the corner, but no person was visible. "Let's go in." said Andy, and Hortense, agreeing, followed him around the corner to a little door which was unlatched. Nobody was in the room, which had three chairs, a table, the clock which they had seen through the window, and in the corner a great jar, taller than they were, with _Cookies_ printed in large letters on the outside. "Dear me, what a large cooky jar," said Hortense. "I'd like to look in." But Andy could not reach the top to remove the cover, try as he would. He stood on a chair to do so and though he could now reach the cover, it was too heavy for him to budge. Hortense, meanwhile, was looking about her to see what she could see, and as she did so her eyes fell on something familiar. In a glass case on the mantel was the monkey charm which she had lost in the barn. Hortense examined it closely to be sure that it was the same. Yes, there was the very link in the chain which she had noticed before because it was more tarnished than the others--and there was a broken link. She must have caught it as she slipped through the hay chute into the manger. Hortense tried to reach the glass case but could not. She stood on a chair, but there was no apparent way of removing the glass. Tug as she and Andy might, the glass would not move. "We might break the glass," Andy suggested. "You cannot break it," said the old Clock suddenly. "Why, it's exactly like our clock at home!" said Hortense. "I believe it's the same one. However could it have gotten here?" "Time is the same here and everywhere, now and forever," said the Clock. "You cannot get away from time." "Time isn't the same," said Hortense. "There are slow times and times when everything goes fast." "It's only because you think so," said the Clock. "I go precisely the same at all times." "When I'm asleep, where does time go?" Hortense asked. "The night goes in no time." "Of course, in no time things are different," said the Clock. "I was speaking of time, not of no time." Hortense puzzled over this, for it didn't seem right somehow. "Well, no matter about that," said Hortense. "Tell us whose house this is--that's the important thing just now." "Couldn't you tell whose house it is by looking at it?" asked the Clock. "I should think anybody could."