"A squirrel would be a happier simile," suggested Ruth.
"She's getting along very quickly," said Pauline.
Half-way up the tree Honor paused and looked down.
"Hallo!" she cried, "I'm just by Miss Maitland's study. I shall go in, and pay her a call. Ta-ta!" and she disappeared suddenly through the open window.
"What will Miss Maitland say if she's there?" exclaimed Lettice.
"I don't believe she'd be cross," said Maisie. "She'd be amused to see anybody come in so funnily."
Honor was absent only about a minute, then her beaming face peeped from the window once more.
"Miss Maitland's not at home," she announced. "I've left my card with the footman, and said I'd call again another day, in my aeroplane. Keep out of the way down there—I'm coming!" and down she came, with a rush and a scramble, arriving quite safely, however, with only her hair ribbon untied and her hands a little grazed.
"You see, it's really a very easy matter," she explained; "we do far harder things in the gym."