Her hat was at her back, and her skirts a good deal the worse for the brooks she had crossed, the trees she had climbed, and the last leap, which added several fine rents.
'Take me down, Nan, please.

Tom, hold Ted; he's got my book, and I will have it,' called Josie from her perch, not at all daunted by the appearance of her friends.
Tom promptly collared the thief, while Nan picked Josie from among the thorns and set her on her feet without a word of reproof; for having been a romp in her own girlhood, she was very indulgent to like tastes in others.

'What's the matter, dear ?' she asked, pinning up the longest rip, while Josie examined the scratches on her hands.

'I was studying my part in the willow, and Ted came slyly up and poked the book out of my hands with his rod.

It fell in the brook, and before I could scrabble down he was off.