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Chapter 22
Wilburcouldseebythewaytheyactedthattheyweregladtoseehim.
"IsthereanythingIcangetyou?Isthereanythingyouneed?"
Theyoungspidersjustwaved.Forseveraldaysandseveralnightstheycrawledhereandthere,upanddown,aroundandabout,wavingatWilbur,trailingtinydraglinesbehindthem,andexploringtheirhome.Thereweredozensanddozensofthem.Wilburcouldn’tcountthem,butheknewthathehadagreatmanynewfriends.Theygrewquiterapidly.SooneachwasasbigasaBBshot.Theymadetinywebsnearthesac.
ThencameaquietmorningwhenMr.Zuckermanopenedadooronthenorthside.Awarmdraftofrisingairblewsoftlythroughthebarncellar.Theairsmelledofthedampearth,ofthesprucewoods,ofthesweetspringtime.Thebabyspidersfeltthewarmupdraft.Onespiderclimbedtothetopofthefence.ThenitdidsomethingthatcameasagreatsurprisetoWilbur.Thespiderstoodonitshead,pointeditsspinneretsintheair,andletlooseacloudoffinesilk.Thesilkformedaballoon.AsWilburwatched,thespiderletgoofthefenceandroseintotheair.
"Good-bye!"itsaid,asitsailedthroughthedoorway.
"Waitaminute!"screamedWilbur."Wheredoyouthinkyou’regoing?"
Butthespiderwasalreadyoutofsight.Thenanotherbabyspidercrawledtothetopofthefence,stoodonitshead,madeaballoon,andsailedaway.Thenanotherspider.Thenanother.Theairwassoonfilledwithtinyballoons,eachballooncarryingaspider.
Wilburwasfrantic.Charlotte’sbabiesweredisappearingatagreatrate.
"Comeback,children!"hecried.
"Good-bye!"theycalled.