Yes, what blessing! She was directly above the post!
Dorothy was not an athlete, but she was always able to climb. She swung around the post—down—down—to the ground!
But no sooner had her feet touched the welcome earth that a shrill scream startled her!
She was puzzled and alarmed until she saw a big, green parrot in a cage. And the bird was screeching to the limit of its capacity. Mrs. Hobbs could hear it! Should Dorothy throw a mat from the porch over its cage!
No, the door was opened, the bird was out,—and it was actually flying at Dorothy!
"Mama! Mama!" it yelled. "Come quick! Come quick!"
Snatching up a stick, Dorothy made an attempt to strike the green thing as it flapped toward her. But she could not hit it! And if she turned to run it would likely settle its claws into her head. Yet she must run! Mrs. Hobbs—
Without time for further thought Dorothy did run; down the lane, and into the road.
The parrot had not followed! Dorothy was out on the road, she could surely get back to camp now. Oh, how glorious it was!
Gratefully she raised her eyes to the clear sky. Her heart sent up its thanks—to the Friend who is never hidden from those who seek Him.