"Are you angry with me for wishing I was a bird, Willie ?" "No, darling.

What makes you ask such a question ?" "Because ever since then you won't let me go with you--when you are doing things, you know." "Why, you were in the laboratory with me yesterday!" said Willie.
"Yes, but you wouldn't have me in the evening when you used to let me be with you always.

What are you doing down amongst the trees _always_ now ?" "If you will have patience and not go near them all day, I will show you in the evening." Agnes promised; and Willie gave the whole day to getting things on a bit.

Amongst other things he wove such a network along the bough of the Scotch fir, that it was quite safe for Agnes to walk on it down to the great red hole of the tree.

There he was content to make a pause for the present, constructing first, however, a little chair of bough and branch and rope and twig in which she could safely sit.
Just as he had finished the chair, he heard her voice calling, in a tone that grew more and more pitiful.
"Willie!--Willie!--Willie!--Willie!" He got down and ran to find her.