"What happens if you miss it pretty easily?"
"Oh, you can do it, if Bob can," said Miss Power kindly.
"He's practised. I expect he started with two hassocks and worked up to this. I'm not afraid, but I want to know the possibilities. If it's only a broken leg or two, I don't mind. If it's permanent disfigurement I think I ought to consult my family first."
I jumped up and came down again the same way for practice.
"Very well," I said. "Now I'm going to try. I haven't the faintest hope of doing it, but you all seem to want to see an accident, and anyhow, I'm not going to be called a coward. One, two, three...."
"Well done," cried everybody.
"Did I do it?" I whispered, as I sat on the floor and pressed a cushion against my shins.
"Rather!"
"Then," I said, massaging my ankles, "next time I shall try to miss."