“It’s a shame to cut your pretty fur so,” she talked as she snipped and snipped each knot of curly silk—the pride of Jake. “But you have got to get out. I just hope it is only your fur, and that there are no bones broken.”
It took some time to get him entirely free, but as Dorothy worked the grateful animal licked her hand and tried to “kiss” her, so that she felt quite as happy to release him as he must have been to be free. At last she had him in her arms.
She must not let him run, and it was not easy to hold him, and get out herself.
“There,” she exclaimed, when on the path, “now we will go to Jake.”
She could scarcely hold him when he saw the barn. And what a big, muddy blue bow of ribbon was around his neck! Wait until she told the girls! They would be afraid to go up to the stable to make certain, and they would surely not believe her.
Dorothy was flushed with pleasure and excitement.
“Jake!” she called at the barn door.
The man came out.
“Here he is! Here is Ravelings!”
“Where on earth——”