"Oh, but don't you remember?" suddenly called Weezie, as the children hurried toward the clump of weeds where they had seen the strange marks.
"Don't we remember what?" asked Nat.
"About the runaway gas stove," went on Weezie. "That had a lot of good things to eat in the warming oven when it ran away. But when we found it in the woods, and the elephant brought it home on his back, there wasn't a single thing left—not a single thing!"
"Oh, well, that was different," said Nat. "Hungry people must have eaten what was in the gas stove—that was all right!"
"You can't eat glasses!" said Rodney.
"That's true!" agreed his chum. "Nobody will take Grandma's glasses out of the chair cushions. You'll see—we'll find them!"
"I hope we do," murmured Addie, for she and her brother loved the dear old lady, who lived next door to them, almost as much as did Nat and Weezie.
Skipping along over the vacant lots, still damp and spongy from the rain, which had only just stopped, the children soon reached the big clump of weeds where Nat had noticed the two marks of the chair's rockers in the soft earth. The marks were just like those made when the old chair in the attic was dragged through the dust.
"Maybe the marks will all be washed away by the rain," suggested Rodney.
"They were deep in the ground," answered Nat, "and I guess we'll see part of 'em." And so it turned out. On the edge of the patch of weeds, and straggling through them, so that some of the stalks were bent down and broken, were the tracks made when Racky ran away from Thump. Though the rain had washed away some of the chair's trail, still it was plain enough for the children to see.