"He’s heard you whispering together!" she said. "Go quickly!" The children and the others all fled, Jack and Jill too. The spider took his feet out of the hot mustard bath and looked round for a towel to dry them. "I shan’t give you a towel," said Miss Muffet, severely. "You can go after them with wet feet, and get an even worse cold, and be dreadfully ill. But I won’t nurse you then." The spider sneezed. "A-wish-oo, a-wish-oo! Oh dear, this is really a dreadful cold. I don’t want to make it any worse. I’ll be good and put my feet back. I’ll have to let my prisoners escape." "There’s a good spider," said Miss Muffet. He was pleased. "I wish I could have a hot water bottle, Miss Muffet. I’ve never had one." "Well, as you’ve let your prisoners go, I’ll lend you my bottle," said Miss Muffet, and went to get it. Jo, Moon-Face, Saucepan and the others had by this time got to the top of the hill and down the other Side.
