He was flying a little lower now and a large， black.looking bject was looming up towards them. Jill had just time to ee that it was a tower.a partly ruinous tower， with a lot of y on it， she thought.when she found herself ducking to void the archway of a window， as the Owl squeezed with er through the ivied cobwebby opening， out of the fresh， rey night into a dark place inside the top of the tower.
It was rather fusty inside and， the moment she slipped ff the Owl‘s back， she knew （as one usually does somehow） hat it was quite crowded. And when voices began saying ut of the darkness from every direction “Tu.whoo！ Tu. hoo！” she knew it was crowded with owls. She was rather elieved when a very different voice said： “Is that you， Pole？” “Is that you， Scrubb？” said Jill.
“Now，” said Glimfeather， “I think we’re all here. Let us old a parliament of owls.”
“Tu.whoo， tu.whoo. True for you. That‘s the right thing o do，” said several voices.
“Half a moment，” said Scrubb’s voice. “There‘s somethingwant to say first.”
“Do， do， do，” said the owls； and Jill said， “Fire ahead.”
