Up overhead, in the shadows of the ceiling, Charlotte crouched unseen,
her front legs encircling her egg sac. Her heart was not beating as strongly as
usual and she felt weary and old, but she was sure at last that she had saved
Wilbur’s life, and she felt peaceful and contented.
“We have no time to lose!” shouted Mr. Zuckerman. “Lurvy, help with the
crate!”
“Can I have some money?” asked Fern.
“You wait!” said Mrs. Arable. “Can’t you see everybody is busy?”
“Put that empty buttermilk jar into the truck!” commanded Mr. Arable.
Avery grabbed the jar and rushed to the truck.
“Does my hair look all right?” asked Mrs. Zuckerman.
“Looks fine,” snapped Mr. Zuckerman, as he and Lurvy set the crate down
in front of Wilbur.
“You didn’t even look at my hair!” said Mrs. Zuckerman.
“You’re all right, Edith,” said Mrs. Arable. “Just keep calm.”
Templeton, asleep in the straw, heard the commotion and awoke. He
didn’t know exactly what was going on, but when he saw the men shoving Wilbur
into the crate he made up his mind to go along. He watched his chance and
when no one was looking he crept into the crate and buried himself in the straw
at the bottom.
“All ready, boys!” cried Mr. Zuckerman. “Let’s go!” He and Mr. Arable and
Lurvy and Avery grabbed the crate and boosted it over the side of the pen and up
into the truck. Fern jumped aboard and sat on top of the crate. She still had straw
in her hair and looked very pretty and excited. Mr. Arable started the motor.
Everyone climbed in, and off they drove to the judge’s booth in front of the
grandstand.
As they passed the Ferris wheel, Fern gazed up at it and wished she were
in the topmost car with Henry Fussy at her side.
Up overhead, in the shadows of the ceiling, Charlotte crouched unseen,
her front legs encircling her egg sac. Her heart was not beating as strongly as
usual and she felt weary and old, but she was sure at last that she had saved
Wilbur’s life, and she felt peaceful and contented.
“We have no time to lose!” shouted Mr. Zuckerman. “Lurvy, help with the
crate!”
“Can I have some money?” asked Fern.
“You wait!” said Mrs. Arable. “Can’t you see everybody is busy?”
“Put that empty buttermilk jar into the truck!” commanded Mr. Arable.
Avery grabbed the jar and rushed to the truck.
“Does my hair look all right?” asked Mrs. Zuckerman.
“Looks fine,” snapped Mr. Zuckerman, as he and Lurvy set the crate down
in front of Wilbur.
“You didn’t even look at my hair!” said Mrs. Zuckerman.
“You’re all right, Edith,” said Mrs. Arable. “Just keep calm.”
Templeton, asleep in the straw, heard the commotion and awoke. He
didn’t know exactly what was going on, but when he saw the men shoving Wilbur
into the crate he made up his mind to go along. He watched his chance and
when no one was looking he crept into the crate and buried himself in the straw
at the bottom.
“All ready, boys!” cried Mr. Zuckerman. “Let’s go!” He and Mr. Arable and
Lurvy and Avery grabbed the crate and boosted it over the side of the pen and up
into the truck. Fern jumped aboard and sat on top of the crate. She still had straw
in her hair and looked very pretty and excited. Mr. Arable started the motor.
Everyone climbed in, and off they drove to the judge’s booth in front of the
grandstand.
As they passed the Ferris wheel, Fern gazed up at it and wished she were
in the topmost car with Henry Fussy at her side.
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