Near the top of the poles she noticed that there was a rough platform from which dangled a long rope with a bucket attached to the end.
“I wonder how the workmen get up to that platform,” she thought.
Going over to the other side of the scaffold she discovered that deep notches had been cut at regular intervals in one of the poles, for footholds. “So this is the way they get up! These notches look awfully far apart, though. I wonder if I could reach them.”
Carefully she pulled herself up to the first notch, and then on to the second and third.
“Sure, I can climb this!” she exulted. “This is more fun than I’ve had in a long time.”
Up she climbed to the platform and then scrambled over onto it.
While she was sitting there resting a moment, she was busily examining the rest of the scaffold to see if she could reach the top of the building. She noticed that, although there were no more notches cut in the pole, there was a crosspiece near the top to hold the scaffold in position against the building.
“If I can only reach that crosspiece, I know I can climb up on the roof,” she told herself.
Cautiously she rose and, wrapping her legs and arms around the pole, slowly pulled herself up to the crosspiece; then balancing herself on it she climbed over the edge of the roof.
However, hot as she was, she knew that she had no time to cool off, since the siesta hour was almost over, and the girls would soon be awake.