“We’re going to have pudding,” cried one of the tiniest Pebbles, but Ray was afraid Aunt Prudence would think he was lost, so he said good-by to the funny Pebbles and quietly left the rock. When he was outside on his way to the farmhouse he happened to put his hand in his pocket and there sat Tommy Pebble as comfortable as possible.
“Why, Tommy, how did you get into my pocket?” cried Ray.
“Jumped in, when you weren’t looking,” replied the little fellow.
“But what will your father say?” exclaimed Ray; “they were all looking for you in the rock.”
“O, I’ve taken little trips before,” said Tommy, “and when I come back my papa always says to me, ‘Tommy, a rolling stone gathers no moss.’”
Ray laughed because he seemed such a mischievous little fellow, and as for Tommy he rolled all around the pocket in his mirth.
“I don’t think you ought to leave your home,” said Ray, but Tommy replied quickly:
“I want to see the world, and I never had a better chance than to travel in a boy’s pocket.”
“Well, if you are very quiet and don’t get into mischief, I’ll let you stay for a while.”
Ray returned to the house with Tommy Pebble safe in his pocket, and just then Aunt Prudence called him to dinner.