'I believe it moved!'
'So do I!' cried Harold.
'I don't!' said Hector. 'But I can make it move.' And with that he gave the table a tip, and the black ball rolled off, bounced on to the floor, and jumped out of the window into the garden.
'You have disobeyed Tom the Cat,' said Hilda, after a pause.
'How shall we ever get it back again?' cried Harold, running to the window and looking out. 'Oh, I can see it! there, in the middle of the lawn.'
'Yes, but we are not to go into the garden,' said Hilda.
'It is all Hector's fault,' said Harold.
'I am going into the garden to play with the ball,' said Hector boldly; and he walked off.
'What a naughty boy he is!' said Harold to Hilda.
'Yes; but the wind blows from the south,' she answered. 'You may stay here if you like; I think I shall go and play with Hector.' And she walked off.