XVII
HELP! HELP!
“Help! help!” Rusty Wren called loudly to his wife.
“What’s wrong?” she screamed. Since she was inside the house, and Rusty was outside, with Chippy, Jr., blocking the doorway, of course she was alarmed—for she couldn’t see her husband.
“This boy’s stuck fast in our door,” Rusty cried. “And you must help me move him.”
“Very well!” she answered in a frightened tone. “But if we can’t stir him, I don’t know what we’ll do.” And she began to shriek.
“Don’t worry!” Rusty shouted. “Just say when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” she replied.
“One, two, three—all together!” Rusty Wren commanded. And he seized the head of Chippy, Jr., and began pulling as hard as he knew how.