"Charlotte?" he said. "Yes?" said the spider.
"Were you seriou when you promised you would keep them from killing me?"
"I was never more serious in my life. I am not going to let you die, Wilbur."
"How are you going to save me?" asked Wilbur, whose curiosity was very strong on this point.
"Well," said Charlotte, vaguely," I don't really konw. But I'm working on a plan."
"That's wonderful," said Wilbur. "How is the plan coming, Charlotte?"
Have you got very far with it? Is it coming along pretty well?"
Wilbur was termbling again, but Charlotte was cool and collected.
"Oh, it's coming all right," she said, lightly.
"The plan is still in its early stages and hasn't completely shaped up yet,
but I'm working on it." "When do you work on it?" begged Wilbur.
"When I'm hanging head-down at the top of my web.
That's when I do my thinking, because then all the blodd is my head."
"I'd be only too glad to help in any way I can."
"Oh, I'll work it out alone," said Charlotte.
"I can think better if I think alone." "All right," said Wilbur.
"But don't fail to let me konw if there's anything I can do to help, no matter how slight."