Then I ventured to trust my weight to it and amid much laughter but without any difficulty lowered myself to the ground.
In fact, I was not exactly the hero.

The hero, I think, was Willis.

But for his appearance I hardly know how I should have fared.
Old Hughy, I remember, was rather loath to share the honey with us; but we all took enough to satisfy us.

The old man, indeed, was hardly the hero of the occasion either--a fact that he became aware of when on our way home we met grandmother Ruth, anxious and red in the face from her long walk.

She expressed herself to him with great frankness.