We had got half way over when suddenly a dreadful sensation seized me.

I was slipping through the bottom of my pocket! Though I had a watered ribbon attached to me my master always carried me loose in his waistcoat pocket, with never a suspicion of the hole that was there.

But now that hole seemed suddenly to expand in order to let me through.
Lower and lower I slipped.

I tried to scream, I endeavoured to attract my master's attention.

But all in vain.