She could just see Rona's scared face peeping up at her many feet below.
"Can you put up your hand and let me pull you ?" "No; I tell you I'm wedged as tight as a sardine." "We shall have to send for help then.

May and Kathleen, run as quickly as you can down the lane.

There's a farm at the bottom of the hill.

Tell them what's the matter." "I hope to goodness they'll understand English!" murmured Merle.
"Will I have to stop here always ?" demanded a tragic voice within the tree.

"Shall you be able to feed me, or will I have to starve?
How long does it take to die of hunger ?" "You won't die just yet," returned Miss Moseley, laughing a little in spite of herself.