Down he came, swinging on a fine thread; but before he touched the ground the elves ran and called to him to stop.
He paused and asked: “What do you want, my little fellows and nephews? what do you want?”
“Oh, Dr. Spider,” they answered, “we have brought Spider Eyes, who has hurt his wing. We are sure you can heal him.”
“Well, if that is the case,” said Dr. Spider, “I will go back to my office, and I will send down the stairs, so that the hurt one can climb to my web.”
Then he began to spin upward, and soon was seated in the middle of his web.
A gossamer thread now floated down on the air to the little fellows, and they knew it was from Dr. Spider.
Chip Wing caught it, and hand over hand Spider Eyes climbed up. The others flew, more quickly.
When they reached the web they found Dr. Spider waiting for them.
How daintily they stepped on each thread on their way to his office, which was in the middle of the web.