“Dear me, little friend, this won’t do—where’s my little champion who tried to help me win the race just now?”
Chicken Little hushed her sobs in astonishment.
“Frank said—he said—he——” the tears were coming again, “he said I’d disgraced you and I didn’t think—you’d ever speak to me again!”
“Nonsense, Jane, listen to me. I am proud and happy that you wanted to help me—it wasn’t the best way to do it, but you didn’t know. Now come, dry your tears and let’s hurry back to the others—they thought they’d lost you.”
“And you aren’t ashamed of me?”
“Ashamed of you? Bless your heart, I am proud to have such a staunch friend.”
