Bobby came again, but I didn't pay any attention to him.
Then I heard the carriage cross the bridge.

I knew when it was father, every single time his team touched the first plank.

So I ran like an Indian, and shinned up a cedar tree, scratching myself until I bled.
Away up I stood on a limb, held to the tree and waited.

Father drove to the gate, and mother came out, with May, Candace, and Leon following.

When Shelley touched the ground and straightened, any other tree except a spruce having limbs to hold me up, I would have fallen from it.