The next moment she had climbed nimbly to the window ledge.

From there it was an easy matter to step to the nearest tree-branch.

Then, clinging like a monkey, she swung herself from limb to limb until the lowest branch was reached.

The drop to the ground was--even for Pollyanna, who was used to climbing trees--a little fearsome.

She took it, however, with bated breath, swinging from her strong little arms, and landing on all fours in the soft grass.