"I have a piece of cooky," said she, breaking it in two and giving Andy half. "If we eat any more, we may grow still smaller," said Andy. "I don't care, I'm hungry," said Hortense. "Besides, if we grow very small perhaps the Cat won't see us when he looks into the jar--or we'll be too small to eat, at any rate." It seemed a slim chance, but Hortense took a bite of cooky and waited to see what would happen. "I'm not growing smaller," said she. "I do believe I'm growing bigger!" She stood up quickly. "I can reach the top," said she. Andy stood up, too. "I'm still growing," said Hortense. "Quick. We must get out before the jar is too small for us, or we'll be squeezed in and can't get out." Together they pushed as hard as they could. The top of the jar fell off with a loud crash and Andy and Hortense scrambled over the edge, just in time, for they were growing bigger very fast. The room was empty and dark except for the fire on the hearth. "Hello," said the Clock, "is it you again? Better run while you have a chance!" Andy and Hortense obeyed without a word, and hand in hand they ran through the door, into the garden, and out of the gate. "We can't go back the way we came," said Hortense, panting, after they had run a long distance. "We're too big now." "There must be another way out," said Andy. So they ran on and on, through the trees. "What a funny light it is," said Hortense, stopping at last and looking up. "I do believe the moon is blue here." So it was--a blue moon in a lemon colored sky. "I've heard of blue moons," said Hortense. "They must be very rare." "They're rather nice," said Andy, "but I suppose we'd better not linger." "Here's a path," said Hortense. They ran along the path, which grew darker and darker, until they came to a gate on which was a sign printed in large letters. By peering close, Andy and Hortense could just make out the words: PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING "We have to go through, whosesoever it is," said Hortense, determinedly, and unlatching the gate through they went. The path grew darker and smaller, walled on each side by rock. Soon they had to crawl on their hands and knees. "I don't believe we can get out this way," Hortense said at last. "Yes, we can," said Andy, who was in front. "I see light ahead." Sure enough, out they soon came into yellow moonlight, such as they had always known. They were upon a large flat rock. Below them was a steep tree-covered slope, and at the bottom lights twinkled. "It's the side of the mountain," said Hortense, "and that's the house way down there. How'll we ever get there?" "We'll have to go down the mountain side," said Andy. "Do you know," he added, "I believe this is the very spot which Fergus pointed out to us? Maybe the Little People come here. Shall we hide and see?" "Let's," agreed Hortense. They hid in the shadow of a tree by the edge of the rock and waited, not making a sound.