Margery groaned.
“I’m glad it’s dark. If it were daylight I know I should fall,” declared Hazel. “Let me go first. I don’t want to stand here and think about what is before me. If I stop to think I’ll never have the courage to climb.”
“Don’t look down,” cautioned the guardian. “There. That’s fine.”
Hazel was going up rapidly. Margery, with many a groan, next essayed the climb. Harriet was directly behind her. Margery had not gone far before the wisdom of Harriet’s action became apparent. A wail from Margery brought a chorus of “ohs!” from her companions.
“I can’t go another step,” gasped Margery. “I’m going to fall. Catch me somebody.”
“Margery, keep on climbing. I’m right below you here. Go on,” urged Harriet.
“Oh, I—I can’t. I’m dizzy.”
“Buthter ith theathick,” observed Tommy from the barn floor. Harriet began lightly, tapping Buster with a switch that she had brought with her.
“Oh! Ouch! Stop it! I tell you stop it!” howled Margery.
“Climb!”