Just at this moment the Kettle Club was startled by a sudden thump, thump in the room.
"What was that?" whispered the Teapot; and all the others listened, without daring to look over their shoulders, for the fire was rather low.
"It is only I," said the Saucepan. "I have jumped off the shelf to hear better."
"You must have hurt yourself," said the Kettle.
"Oh, no: I only feel a trifle jarred. I am made of tin, you know."
How were they to move the Saucepan nearer to the hearth?
"I think I could be rolled over, if any one would be so kind as to push me," she suggested eagerly.
So the Cricket, Caterpillar, and Wasp trotted out, and by pushing together succeeded in moving the Saucepan to the fireside.
"We can never turn you over," panted the Caterpillar.
"I can rest on my side," said the Saucepan cheerily.