“How?” asked Tommy and Mary together, real excited like.
“Why, they can put up a ladder, and reach us that way, or we can go down the ladder,” said the little Trippertrot boy.
“Yes, that’s so,” admitted Tommy. “I didn’t think of that. I wonder when we will be home? We must keep looking down until we see our house.”
So the three children walked on, by wiggling their legs in the air, and they looked down to see if they could pick out their green house, but they couldn’t seem to find it.
And then, all of a sudden, there was a flutter of wings and a whole lot of sparrows flew around them.
“Oh, see the birds!” cried Mary. “I guess they must take us for birds, too. Oh, I wish I could fly!”
“Yes, it would be nice,” said Tommy.
“But this is almost as good as flying,” spoke Johnny. “Especially when you wiggle your legs very fast. See, I can almost catch up to the birds,” and he made his legs go as if he was running, and, surely enough, he fairly whizzed through the air, and Mary and Tommy had to run to catch up to him.
Then the sparrows flew away, and the children kept on floating over the roofs of the houses, and they looked down at the people in the streets, and they were wondering when they would be home, when, all at once, Tommy cried:
“Oh, see that big bird flying along!”