To do that, Racky had made up his mind. He was going to rock away in the night, as soon as he knew the Singing Girl and her father were asleep.
"Well, I must not stay here all day rocking!" cried the Singing Girl with a laugh. "I have my work to do! But you are such a nice, easy, old rocker I love to sit in you!"
Up she jumped, but when she looked at the soft cushions she sat down on them again with a little bounce.
"Easy! Easy!" cried Racky. "You'll break Grandma's glasses!"
However, the spectacles were deep between the cushions, which were quite thick, and so the glasses came to no harm.
Moving the rocker away from the middle of the cottage floor, the Singing Girl began to sweep and dust, just as Racky had often seen Lizzie doing her work back in the Happy Home he had left.
All day long the Singing Girl worked about the cottage, and Racky stayed just where she put him. For he did not want to let her know that he could travel by himself whenever he wished.
"But to-night, after dark, I'll slip away," said Racky to himself.
Toward evening the father of the Singing Girl came home from the forest where he had chopped wood all day.
"Look, Daddy! See what came to me while you were away!" cried the Singing Girl, as she put the supper on the table. She pointed to the rocker in a corner.