That’s a good idea,€ said Pongo. And when the cart’s mended, we can bring it along and call for them all.€

Missis said the Cadpig had better stay in the cart and keep warm in the hay, but the Cadpig wanted to go with the others and see the barn she felt sure she could walk two short fields. So Missis let her go. Two strong pups the right size to draw the cart stayed behind. They said they did not mind the cold.

So ninety-five pups, led by Lieutenant Lucky, set off briskly for the barn. But when they got there it did not look at all like the barn at the Sheepdog’s farm. It was built of grey stone and had long windows, some with coloured glass in them, and at one end was a tower.

Why, there’s a Folly!€ said the Cadpig, remembering the tower of the Folly at Hell Hall.

Lucky was looking for a door, but when he found one it was firmly shut. He told the pups to wait for him while he went round the building looking for some other way in.

The Cadpig did not wait. Come on, she said to her devoted brother Patch. I want to look at that Folly.€

And when they got to the tower they saw a narrow door that was not quite closed. It was too heavy for them to push, but they could just just squeeze through.

Inside, this tower was nothing like the one at Hell Hall. And it opened into the grey stone building.

No hay in this barn,€ said the Cadpig.

She had counted on the hay for warmth, but she soon found she was warm enough without it, for there was a big stove alight. It had a long iron pipe for a chimney, which went right up through the raftered ceiling. The moon was out again now, and its light was streaming in through the tall windows, so that the clear glass made silver patterns on the stone floor and the coloured glass made blue, gold, and rose patterns. The Cadpig patted one of the coloured patterns with a delicate paw.

I love this barn,€ she said.

Patch said, I don’t think it is a barn.€ But he liked it as much as the Cadpig did.

They wandered around and suddenly they made a discovery. Whatever this mysterious place was, it was certainly intended for puppies. For in front of every seat and there were many seats was a puppy-sized dog-bed, padded and most comfortable.

Why, it’s just meant for us all to sleep in!€ said the Cadpig.

I’ll tell the other pups,€ said Patch, starting for the door. A glad cry from the Cadpig called him back.

Look, look! Television!€