“Again he called: ‘I can’t go home if you don’t come! My feet are so small and my legs so tiny that I never would get there!’
“Still there was no answer.
“So how do you think he got home?”
None of the children could guess.
“Well,” said Flip, “it is nine o’clock and you all ought to be in bed. So I’m not going to tell you another word, and there will be a second chapter to-morrow night.”
“Please, please!” the children all shouted. “We want to know now.”
“Not a word,” said Flip.
Then suddenly Walter sprang on to Flip’s stomach and Edward Lee sat on his face and Walter shouted for help. John got a rope, and with the aid of Martha Mary they tied Flip to the leg of the library table. The noise was something terrific. In rushed Mother Dear and Father.
“Here, here!” said Father. “What is the noise about?”
“Please,” said Martha Mary, “Walter is a hero and Flip is a villain.”