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“Good little Rosy, I shall pay you for all this kindness some day,” said the mouse, when she was done.

“I’m afraid you are not big enough to do much,” answered Rosy, as she ran off to go on her journey.

“Wait and see,” called the mouse; and all the little ones squeaked, as if they said the same.

Some time after, as Rosy lay up in a tree, waiting for the sun to rise, she heard a great buzzing close by, and saw a fly caught in a cobweb that went from one twig to another. The big spider was trying to spin him all up, and the poor fly was struggling to get away before his legs and wings were helpless.

Rosy put up her finger and pulled down the web, and the spider ran away at once to hide under the leaves. But the happy fly sat on Rosy’s hand, cleaning his wings, and buzzing so loud for joy that it sounded like a little trumpet.

“You’ve saved my life, and I’ll save yours, if I can,” said the fly, twinkling his bright eye at Rosy.

“You silly thing, you can’t help me,” answered Rosy, climbing down, while the fly buzzed away, saying, like the mouse and fish,–

“Wait and see; wait and see.”

Rosy trudged on and on, till at last she came to the sea. The mountains were on the other side; but how should she get over the wide water? No ships were there, and she had no money to hire one if there had been any; so she sat on the shore, very tired and sad, and cried a few big tears as salt as the sea.

“Hullo!” called a bubbly sort of voice close by; and the fish popped up his head. Rosy ran to see what he wanted.

“I’ve come to help you over the water,” said the fish.

“How can you, when I want a ship, and some one to show me the way?” answered Rosy.

“I shall just call my friend the whale, and he will take you over better than a ship, because he won’t get wrecked. Don’t mind if he spouts and flounces about a good deal, he is only playing; so you needn’t be frightened.”

Down dived the little fish, and Rosy waited to see what would happen; for she didn’t believe such a tiny thing could really bring a whale to help her.

Presently what looked like a small island came floating through the sea; and turning round, so that its tail touched the shore, the whale said, in a roaring voice that made her jump,–

“Come aboard, little girl, and hold on tight. I’ll carry you wherever you like.”

It was rather a slippery bridge, and Rosy was rather scared at this big, strange boat; but she got safely over, and held on fast; then, with a roll and a plunge, off went the whale, spouting two fountains, while his tail steered him like the rudder of a ship.

Rosy liked it, and looked down into the deep sea, where all sorts of queer and lovely things were to be seen. Great fishes came and looked at her; dolphins played near to amuse her; the pretty nautilus sailed by in its transparent boat; and porpoises made her laugh with their rough play. Mermaids brought her pearls and red coral to wear, sea-apples to eat, and at night sung her to sleep with their sweet lullabies.

So she had a very pleasant voyage, and ran on shore with many thanks to the good whale, who gave a splendid spout, and swam away.

Then Rosy travelled along till she came to a desert. Hundreds of miles of hot sand, with no trees or brooks or houses.

“I never can go that way,” she said; “I should starve, and soon be worn out walking in that hot sand. What shall I do?”

“Quee, quee!
Wait and see:
You were good to me;
So here I come,
From my little home,
To help you willingly,”