It seems so far, looking down." George started toward the coach with Frances, leaving me and one of the drivers to care for the girl who had saved our expedition from failure.
I could help Betty only by encouraging her, so I spoke softly: "Be brave, Betty.

Go slowly.

Don't lose your head." "It is not my head I fear to lose; it is my footing," she answered, sitting on the window-sill, one foot hanging outside.
"But you must come, Betty," I said encouragingly.

"Now say a little prayer to the Virgin, and you'll be all right." I saw her bow her head and cross herself, and the prayer giving her strength, she climbed to the lower window coping and began her descent on the vine.

When halfway down she fell, and though I caught her, partly breaking her fall, I knew that she was hurt.