He ought to turn around. But something about his newfound confidence stopped him: surely, he would not get caught. It was nice to be in the Potts yard, too — he liked to look at their garden, which had to be the best in the neighborhood. Maybe he could float over the pond, too?

Noble was considering this when he saw Daffodil outside. Noble started and tried to float behind a tree, hoping that Daff would chalk seeing him up to her imagination.

And she was not supposed to be awake this late!