Their manifest delight in their elevated position, the pride of the girl in her pet brother's courage, and his scarcely concealed surprise and pleasure that she should dare to follow him, were interesting in the extreme.

But the moment that foolish mother's scream rent the air, everything changed instanter.
Both children became nervous, the boy started down the roof, where he could drop upon a lower roof to safety.

His little sister, however, started down too soon.

Her mother's fears unnerved her and she slid, and falling some twenty-five feet or so, broke her arm.
Then--and here was the cruel fatuity of the whole proceeding--the mother began to wail and exclaim to the effect that it was just what she expected.

May I be pardoned for calling her a worrying fool.