“I’ll take steps to find out why,” said Tommy Pin Cushion, rolling over the side.
“You’ll take steps! Impossible!” exclaimed Emery Bag. “Why, Fatty, I could get out of the basket as easily as that myself!” And out he jumped.
Over the edge of the basket
“Ah, I’ve
always
been
lead!”
Then out came Pen Cil, carrying a little piece of paper.
“What’s that for?” asked Silver Thimble, pointing to the paper.
“What do you ’spose, Tinkle?” he asked, loftily looking down upon the little fellow—“to write on.”