It rapped Dot on the head and she looked astonished.
“I don’t see why you threw it at me,” she said resentfully.
“I didn’t,” Meg explained. “I forgot to hold the rope. Shall I come down and get it?”
“Twaddles will bring you the rope,” said Bobby. “Soon as I put something in the basket. Let’s see, what shall we put in next?”
“There’s Poots,” Dot suggested, pointing to the cat who had followed them.
“I don’t think she’ll like it,” objected Meg, but Bobby was eager to send the cat aloft and he and Twaddles together managed to stuff her in the basket.
Bobby held her there while Twaddles took one end of the rope in his hand and scrambled up the ladder to the waiting Meg.
“Where did you put the lunch?” he asked as soon as he reached the loft.
“I put it away,” Meg assured him. “Are you going to help me pull the basket up, Twaddles?”