As for forgetting themselves,--I am not quite so sure that I can forget myself .-- That is just where your brother went down last night." They had at this moment reached the top of the steep slope below which the river ran brawling among the rocks, and Nora seated herself exactly where she had sat on the previous evening.
"I have been down scores of times," said Priscilla.
"Let us go now." "You wouldn't go when Hugh asked you yesterday." "I didn't care then.

But do come now,--if you don't mind the climb." Then they went down the slope and reached the spot from whence Hugh Stanbury had jumped from rock to rock across the stream.

"You have never been out there, have you ?" said Nora.
"On the rocks?
Oh, dear, no! I should be sure to fall." "But he went; just like a goat." "That's one of the things that men can do, I suppose," said Priscilla.

"But I don't see any great glory in being like a goat." "I do.

I should like to be able to go, and I think I'll try.