"It is a traveling rocker," she answered as she laughed like the brook tinkling over the stones outside the cottage. "It moves along over the floor when I rock in it."
"Be careful that it doesn't travel away before those who lost it from the moving wagon can come after it," said the wood-chopper.
"Oh, never fear! The rocker will stay here until some one comes for it," answered the Singing Girl.
"We shall see about that," whispered Racky to himself.
That night the cottage was very still and quiet. The wood-chopper and the Singing Girl were asleep. They left the front door open a little way so the black cat, who lived in the cottage, could go out and come in.
"Now is my chance!" whispered Racky, as he looked out the partly-open door and saw the moon shining on the trees. "I'll travel on!"
ADVENTURE VI
UP IN THE ATTIC
During the luncheon hour, while Nat and Weezie were home from school, little was talked of but the strange disappearance of the old rocker, with Grandma's glasses in the cushions.
"I can't understand it at all," murmured the puzzled old lady who could hardly see the food on her plate. "Such things as rockers being taken away by tramps never happened in my house!"