“But hadn’t you better look?” suggested Mary. “It would be no fun to be sailing along without a sail.”
“I will look, just to oblige you,” spoke the funny boy. “First I will do a little dance in here, and then I will peek out to see if the sail is all right.”
“Well, kindly do not step on my toes, and wake me up,” begged the newsboy, speaking in his sleep, for he had stretched out on the bottom of the box, and was slumbering.
“Not for this whole world, and part of the moon,” answered the funny boy. So he did his little dance, being careful not to step on the newsboy’s toes, and then Jiggily lifted up the papers, that were over the top of the box, and looked out. Next he gave a cry:
“Oh, my!” he exclaimed.
“What is the matter?” asked Mary, quickly.
“Are we at our house?” inquired Tommy, hopefully.
“Far, far from it,” replied Jiggily Jig, sadly. “Look for yourselves, children,” and he took all the paper covering off the top of the box, for it had stopped raining.
“Oh!” gasped Mary, as she looked out.
“Oh! oh!” cried Tommy.