"She left them with me when she went to ask about the chocolate," murmured Racky. "Well, I can't take them back, for if I did I might not get another chance to run away. I don't want to leave them here in the lots, either, for it will snow, soon, and they will be covered up. I guess I shall have to take Grandma's glasses with me!"
Starting to rock again, Racky moved on and on over the lots, through patch after patch of dried weeds which tickled his legs and made him laugh in glee. For he was very happy because he was running away.
"Ho, for the jolly adventures!" sang Racky to himself.
All of a sudden, from a patch of weeds at his right arm, there came a strange sound. The weeds shivered and shook, though there was no wind to cause them to do this.
"Something is coming!" whispered Racky to himself, stopping short. "I wonder if it is Grandma chasing after me, to make me go back, or if it is an adventure I am about to have? I wonder?"
The noise grew louder and the weeds shook harder.
ADVENTURE III
EXCITEMENT IN THE HOUSE
Racky stood still in the middle of the lot, his four legs held stiffly under him and his arms rigid at his sides.
What was going to happen?