Chummy was poising himself on the window ledge by this time, preparatory to leaving me.
“There is a man in an airplane,” he said, looking up in the sky. “I’ll have a race with him to North Hill.”
I watched them starting out—the great whirring machine, and the tiny silent sparrow.
Chummy was ahead when I went back to my cage to have a rest. I wondered very much what Chummy would do, and impatiently awaited his return.
CHAPTER XVIII
NELLA, THE MONKEY
WHILE I sat dozing in my cage a yelp from Billie wakened me, and I flew to the window where she stood on her chair barking at something in the street.
Mrs. Martin stood out on the sidewalk showing something under her coat to the lodging house landlady.
“Missie has something alive there,” said Billie; “I know it. She is bringing it in.”
“Well,” I said a little crossly, “why make such a fuss and wake me out of what was going to be a nice nap?”