“And it hurts me!” sobbed Flossie. “Oh, Bert, have I got to stay here forever?”
“Of course not,” answered Bert. “I’ll soon have you loose. Stop pulling, Freddie. You’ll only jam her foot in tighter. Let go!”
Freddie let go of Flossie’s arms and then, as she lay on the floor, Bert turned her foot a little way around, so that it was crossways with the chair rounds, instead of up and down against them, and a moment later Flossie was free.
“Goodness!” laughed Bert, when he saw that his sister was not hurt, though she still sobbed, “it sounded like a den of wild animals up here!”
“I was a wild lion,” explained Freddie.
“And I was an elephant,” said Flossie. “Freddie said I must be a bad elephant and kick the old chair over. So I kicked and my foot went in and I couldn’t get it out again.”
“I pulled her and pulled her, but it didn’t do any good,” explained Freddie.
“I should say not—the way you were pulling!” laughed Bert. “But I guess you’ve had enough of playing up here. Come on downstairs. You must have frightened Aunt Sallie out of her wits, banging around the way you did and yelling.”
“Could we see Aunt Sallie?” asked Flossie, as she and her brother followed Bert down the attic stairs.
“I guess so, if she isn’t asleep,” said Bert. “I’ll look in her room.”