[Chapter II]
The Rolling Stone
OF course Twinkle stopped then, and looked around to see who had spoken. But no one was anywhere in sight. So she started on again.
"Look out, or you'll step on me!" cried the voice a second time.
She looked at her feet very carefully. There was nothing near them but a big round stone that was about the size of her head, and a prickly thistle that she never would step on if she could possibly help it.
"Who's talking?" she asked.
"Why, I'm talking," answered the voice. "Who do you suppose it is?"
"I don't know," said Twinkle. "I just can't see anybody at all."
"Then you must be blind," said the voice. "I'm the Rolling Stone, and I'm about two inches from your left toes."