Away rocked Racky, away from the cave, off through the forest. The rain had stopped, but it was getting colder. All of a sudden it began to snow! The air was filled with white, swirling flakes.
"Oh!" cried the runaway rocker, "I don't like this! The rain was bad, but the snow is worse! What shall I do! I must find shelter!" And off through the snow-storm rocked the chair as fast as it could go.
"What will happen next?" thought Racky.
ADVENTURE VIII
A LITTLE OLD WOMAN
Racky, the runaway rocker, swayed out of the cave where he had scratched the back of the wild pig, where he had cracked the nut for the squirrel and where he had rocked the baby rabbit to sleep. It was just about the same time that Nat and the other children started to search for the missing chair.
"What shall we do with Racky if we find him?" asked Weezie of her brother, as the four slipped through the hole in the fence and ran across the lots.
"Well bring him back to Grandma, of course," answered Nat.
"Do you think her glasses will be in the chair cushions?" asked Addie.
"I hope so," was Nat's answer. "For without her glasses Grandma can't read us any stories. Yes, I think the glasses will be in the cushions when we find the chair," he decided.