"A rope ladder was let down."
“Who says so?” shrieked the little people from the cave. “Come up here, and we’ll soon show you.”
“Oh, yes, do!” cried Marjorie, clapping her hands; “I should love to see them.”
“I don’t see how we are going to get up there,” said Dick, dubiously; “we haven’t got a ladder.”
“We have one,” shouted the little people. “Shall we let it down?”
“Oh, yes, please,” clamored Marjorie, and immediately afterwards a rope ladder was let down, and one or two of the little men hung over the ledge to steady it.
“Come along,” cried Marjorie, leading the way, while Fidge followed next, repeating over and over, with a delighted chuckle, “We are going to see the Pan—jan—de—lum! We are going to see the Pan—jan—de—lum!”