“We don’t seem to be getting home very fast,” said Johnny, after a while, “and I’m sure when we do get there, we’ll be late for school.”
“I’m afraid so, too,” said Mary.
“Never mind,” spoke Jiggily Jig. “You can tell the teacher all about what happened to you, and how you went after the little fairy mouse, and then how you went sailing. She will surely excuse you.”
“Maybe she will,” said Tommy. “But I wish we were home, because I am hungry again. I wonder if the newsboy has any more cookies in his pockets. I’m going to ask him.”
“Hush! Don’t do that,” said Mary, softly, “for he is asleep, and we ought not to wake him up.”
“But I am hungry,” said Tommy.
“Wait, I think I can look in his pockets without making him wake up,” spoke Jiggily Jig, and he did so. But, alas! there were no more cookies to be had.
“Never mind,” said Mary, “we will soon be home.”
“Yes,” said Jiggily Jig, “I’ll look out of the knot-hole in the box, and see if I can find your house.”
So Jiggily Jig did this, and all of a sudden he cried out: