"She left them in between my cushions," answered the chair. "I didn't dare go back with them, and I don't want to leave them in the lot for it may snow. Will you take them back to her?"
Thump thought this over for a moment. He was very fond of Grandma Harden, for she had given him many a juicy bone. He would have been glad to do her the favor of returning her glasses, but, all of a sudden, Thump stiffened his tail and barked:
"No! I am going to run away myself!"
"You are?" cried Racky. "When, where and with whom?"
"I am going to run away now—with you!" barked the dog.
"Oh, good!" exclaimed the rocking chair. "I thought I would have to go alone, by myself. It will be much more jolly to have company. We can have many adventures, and talk about them. First," he went on with a little laugh, "when I heard that noise, and saw the weeds moving, I thought an adventure was coming out. But it was only you, Thump."
"Yes, I have been roaming around in these weeds looking for a bone I buried last week," said Thump. "But I can't seem to remember where I hid it. Yes, I guess I'll run away myself! Rod wouldn't let me come with him this morning. I'll show him I don't have to stay home unless I want to! I'm going to run away!"
"You know all about it; don't you?" asked the chair, who felt a bit envious of the dog. "You have run away before."
"Oh, yes," answered Thump, as though running away was an old story with him. "I went off with Gassy when he ran away. We had good times together!"
"And now you're coming with me!" murmured the rocking chair. "How fine that will be! What jolly adventures we shall have!" And he laughed until he nearly tumbled over backward.