But it was not like the television at Hell Hall. It was much larger. And the figures on the screen did not move or speak. Indeed, it was not a screen. The figures were really there, on a low platform, humans and animals, most lifelike, though smaller than in real life. They were in a stable, above which was one bright star.

Look at the little humans, kneeling,€ said Patch.

And there’s a kind of a cow,€ said the Cadpig, remembering the cows at the farm, who had given all the pups milk.

And a kind of a horse,€ said Patch, remembering the helpful horse who had let them all out of the field.

No dogs,€ said the Cadpig. What a pity! But I like it much better than ordinary television. Only I don’t know why.€

Then they heard Lucky and the others, who had found their way in. Soon every pup was lying curled up on a comfortable dog-bed and fast asleep except the Cadpig. She had dragged along one of the dog-beds by its most convenient little carpet ear, and was sitting on it, wide awake, gazing and gazing at this new and far more beautiful television.

Once the moon came out from behind the clouds Pongo managed to mend the wheel oh, the feeling of satisfaction when the peg slipped into place! Missis too felt proud. Had she not held the wheel? She, a dog who had never understood machinery! Quickly the two waiting pups seized the crossbar in their mouths. Then off they all went to the barn.

But as they drew nearer, Pongo saw this was no barn.

Surely they can’t have gone in there? he said to Missis.

Why not, if they were cold?€ said Missis. And they are far too young to know they would not be welcome.€

Pongo and Missis both knew that humans did not like dogs to go into buildings which had towers and tall, narrow windows. They had no idea why, and had at first been a little hurt when told firmly to wait outside. But Mrs. Dearly had once said, We would love you to come in if it was allowed. And I would go in far oftener if you could.€ So it was obviously one of those mysterious things such as no one not even humans ever being allowed to walk on certain parts of the grass in Regent’s Park.

We must get them out quickly, said Pongo, and go on with our journey.€

They soon found the door in the tower which the biggest pups had pushed wide open. Because Missis had always been left outside, she disliked these curious buildings with towers and high windows; but the minute she got inside she changed her mind. This was a wonderful place so peaceful and, somehow, so welcoming.

But where are the pups?€ she said, peering all around.