“Hush， hush！ Tu.whoo， tu.whoo，” said the Owl. “Don’t ake a noise. Now， are you two really in earnest about what ou‘ve got to do？”
“About the lost Prince， you mean？” said Jill. “Yes， we’ve ot to be.” For now she remembered the Lion‘s voice and ce， which she had nearly forgotten during the feasting and orytelling in the hall.
“Good！” said the Owl. “Then there’s no time to waste. ou must get away from here at once. I‘ll go and wake theother human. Then I’ll come back for you. You‘d better change those court clothes and put on something you can travel in. I’ll be back in two twos. Tu.whoo！” And without waiting for an answer， he was gone.
If Jill had been more used to adventures， she might have doubted the Owl‘s word， but this never occurred to her： and in the exciting idea of a midnight escape she forgot her sleepiness. She changed back into sweater and shorts.there was a guide’s knife on the belt of the shorts which might come in useful.and added a few of the things that had been left in the room for her by the girl with the willowy hair. She chose a short cloak that came down to her knees and had a hood （“just the thing， if it rains，” she thought）， a few handkerchiefs and a comb. Then she sat down and waited.
