“I will not harm you. Will you not come down and talk to me?”
“Oh, no, you want to catch me and shut me up.”
“Indeed, I will not; I only want to talk to you.”
“Will you promise not to touch me?”
“Yes, I will promise.”
“Well, stand away then, and I will jump.”
“Oh, please do not jump; you will hurt yourself. Climb down the rocks.”
“Will I hurt myself? I guess not. I do not think I’ll take the trouble to climb down, I can jump.”
“Go back,” said Blanche, but before she had uttered the words, the light form swayed back upon the air, and 203 grasping the end of the bough came floating down at her feet.
Blanche Elsworth’s heart almost stood still, for she expected to see the girl arise from the ground bruised and bleeding, but instead she stood before her quite unharmed, and stepping back she said: