"Where did you get that?" asked the wood-chopper.
"It came sliding down the grassy hill!"
"Sliding down the grassy hill? What do you mean, Singing Girl? How could a chair slide down hill?" and the wood-chopper laughed.
"It did look very strange!" said the Singing Girl. "I was standing in the door, going out to hang up my dish-towel, when I saw the chair coming down. It almost slid into the brook, but I lassoed it."
"And very glad I am that you did!" thought Racky, who was listening.
"Clever one!" laughed the wood-chopper as he kissed the Singing Girl. "I think I know how the chair came to be sliding down."
"How was it, Daddy?"
"A load of moving was going along the road at the top of the hill. This rocking chair fell off and came sliding down. After a while, when the moving men miss the chair, they will come back for it."
"Oh, dear! That will be too bad!" sighed the Singing Girl. "But of course I will give the chair to whoever comes for it. Only I would like to keep it, for it is so soft to sit in. And it creaks in the funniest way. And, there is something else, Daddy!" she said with shining eyes.
"What is it, Singing Girl?" he asked, as he began to eat his supper.