The little bottle floated along, tumbling over the tiny falls and
tinkling ripples and bobbing up and down in the deep, blue, quiet,
places until finally it floated to Sally Migrundy's and came to rest in
the mass of pretty flowers where Sally Migrundy came each morning to dip
her tiny bucket of water.

And so Sally Migrundy found the tiny bottle and took it into her tiny
house to read the tiny note she saw inside.

It was such a nice, happy-hearted note Sally Migrundy said: "I will
answer it!" So she wrote a happy-hearted note and asked whoever read it
to come and visit her. Then she put her note in the tiny bottle and sent
it dancing and bobbing down through the whispering forest, riding upon
the surface of the singing stream. And Sally Migrundy's note floated
along in the bottle until a little boy and a little girl saw it and
picked it up.

And when they read Sally Migrundy's happy-hearted note asking them to
visit her they started following up the stream until after a long, long
time they came to the tiny little cottage.

Sally Migrundy was very much surprised to see the two children, for she
had almost forgotten she had written the invitation.

"Howdeedoo!" said Sally Migrundy, "Where in the world did you children
come from?"

"We found a note in a bottle and traveled up the stream until we came to
your little cottage," they answered.