It may be that they were the cries of a mad woman.

I would rather get over as quietly as possible." "Well, sir, I will stand against it, and if you will get on to my shoulders and put your foot on my head, you will reach the top.
Then, if you lower one end of your sash to me, I can pull myself up beside you." "Yes, I think we can manage it that way, Mike.

I am convinced that there is something wrong going on here, and I don't mind taking the risk of getting into a scrape by interfering.

Now do you stoop a bit, so that I can get on to your shoulder; then you can raise yourself to your full height.

Take off your hat, first.