“Oh, I have an idea!” suddenly cried Tommy. “I’m going to sail my toy ship here on the roof. There is plenty of water, and then it can go on a really-truly voyage.”
“Fine!” exclaimed Johnny.
“But don’t lean too far out,” cautioned Mary. So Tommy said he wouldn’t, and he got his ship, and put it out on the porch roof, where there was almost a whole bathtubful of water.
More rain came down, nice, warm rain, and the wind blew a little bit and puffed out the sails of the toy ship, and then, all of a sudden, before any one could stop it, that ship sailed right over the edge of the porch roof, down and down in all the raindrops, and then the wind came in a big, puffing, gusty gust, and lo and behold!
There was Tommy’s nice toy ship blown down to the street gutter, and as the gutter was filled with water, the ship was sailing down it as nicely as a little mouse can eat a bit of cheese. Really, it was, I’m not fooling at all.
“Oh! oh! oh!” cried Mary, as she looked down at the toy ship sailing away.
“Oh, me! Oh, my!” exclaimed Johnny.
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” gasped Tommy. “My ship! My ship! I’ll never see it again.”
“Oh, yes, you will!” said Johnny.
“Why, will it sail back to me?” asked his brother.