"This is good enough for me." "Not me," said Fusie, starting to climb a tall, lithe birch, while Hughie lazily watched him.

Soon Fusie was at the top of the birch, which began to sway dangerously.
"Try to fly into that balsam," cried Hughie.
"No, sir!" "Yes, go on." "Can't do it." "Oh, pshaw! you can." "No, nor you either.

That's a mighty big jump." "Come on down, then, and let me try," said Hughie, in scorn.

His laziness was gone in the presence of a possible achievement.
In a few minutes he had taken Fusie's place a the top of the swaying birch.

It did not look so easy from the top of the birch as from the ground to swing into the balsam-tree.