There were one or two spasmodic jerks of the bear-skin, and, aided by Jeff, the bundle was presently seated on his shoulder.
“Are you all right now, Sis?”
Something like a laugh came from the bear-skin. Then a childish voice said, “Thank you, I think I am!”
“Ain't you afraid you'll fall off?”
“A little.”
Jeff hesitated. It was beginning to blow again.
“You couldn't reach down and put your arm round my neck, could ye, honey?”
“I am afraid not!”—although there WAS a slight attempt to do so.
“No?”
“No!”