“What in the world are you doing up there?” called Peggy, finding her tongue.
“I didn’t mean to do it,” Jo Ann called down, “but I’m caught and can’t get down.”
“Well, how did you get up there in the first place, and why can’t you get down?”
“I climbed that scaffold—it was easy—but while I was up here the workmen came, and now I can’t get down. It’s hot as the mischief up here in the sun.”
CHAPTER VI
JO ANN’S PREDICAMENT
“What are you going to do?” called Florence. “You’ll be sick if you stay up there in the hot sun all the afternoon.”
“Well, I don’t see anything else to do till the workmen leave,” answered Jo Ann. “If you’ll get me that parasol, it won’t be so bad. There’s a nice breeze, but the sun’s terrific.”
“How in the world do you think we can get the parasol up to you?” asked Peggy. “Do you think we can fly up there with it?”
“Silly! Just get my rope—it’s in my trunk—and throw one end up to me and tie the parasol on the other; then I’ll pull it up.”
“That sounds easy enough,” Peggy admitted. “I’ll run and get it right away.”