"Nobody pulled Grandma's rocker along! It went there by itself, the same as our stove did! The rocker ran away, and we can tell where it went by following the tracks it left. We can get back Grandma's rocker and glasses. Come on!" His voice was eager and his eyes were shining bright.
"We can't go out in the rain," objected Weezie.
"It's stopped raining now," said Rod, looking out of the attic window.
And so it had. The early winter storm was over. But the sky was still cloudy.
"Maybe it will snow!" exclaimed Addie.
"That'll be fun!" came from Weezie. "I don't mind being out in the snow, but I don't like to get wet in the rain."
"Then let's go out and see if we can find that runaway rocker!" proposed Nat. "Mother won't mind. She wants it to be found, and so does Grandma. She needs her glasses very much."
"All right—we'll go!" decided Rod.
"We'll have lots of fun," added his sister. "And maybe some adventures like we did when we went after the gas stove. Oh, I'm so glad it stopped raining!"
The children hurried down out of the attic. They intended to tell Grandma, or Mother Marden, about what they had seen—the two marks in the dusty floor—marks that showed where a rocker had been dragged across—marks like those in the soft ground near the weed-clump. And Nat and Weezie intended to tell their mother that they were going out to find Racky and the lost glasses.