"You shall not die," said the Charlotte, briskly.
"What? Really?" cried Wlibur. "Who's going to save me?"
"I am," said Charlotte.
"How?" asked Wilbur.
"That remains to be seen.
But I am going to save you, and I want you to quite down immediately.
You're carrying on in a childish way.
Stop your crying! I can't stand hysterics."
A Talk at Home
On Sunday morning Mr. and Mrs. Arable and Fern were sitting at breakfast in the kitchen.
Avery had finished and was upstairs looking for his slingshot.
"Did you konw that Uncle Homer's goslings had hatched?" asked Fern.
"How many?" asked Mr. Arable.
"Seven," replied Fern.
"There were eight eggs but one egg didn't hatch and the goose told Templeton she didn't want it any more, so he took it away."
