"I am free at last!  Free!" exclaimed Racky in his own kind of a voice--a sort of squeak, peculiar to some rocking chairs.  "I am free!  No more shall I be sat on by fat, old ladies, though I really love Grandma Marden.  But I cannot stand it to be cracked apart and then stuck up in the attic with the junk.  I am running away at last!"