The window was "abreast" of them, but also it was a trifle high.
"It ain't fastened," shouted Thankful; she was obliged to shout in order to be heard.

"I could push it open a little mite from the bottom, but I couldn't reach to get it up all the way.

You can if I steady you, I guess.

Here! Put your foot on that box.

I lugged it around from the back yard on purpose." Standing on an empty and shaky cranberry crate and held there by the strong arm of Mrs.Barnes, Emily managed to push up the lower half of the window.