Jane was now mopping the blood from Margery's swollen face.
"Ithn't it too bad that Buthter ith tho awkward," said Tommy in a sympathetic tone. "I don't think thhe will ever reach the top of the mountain."
"Take her away! Take her away!" screamed Margery.
"Yes. Be off with you," ordered Jane. "You have about as much sympathy as these rocks."
"Is Margery seriously hurt?" called the guardian.
"Yeth. Thhe thkinned her nothe," Tommy informed her. "I gueth thhe will be all right, after thhe hath grown thome new thkin."
"Pull up, please," called Harriet. "Margery, lean forward this time and keep your hands at your sides. That is the way. Mr. Grubb will have you up there in no time. Tommy, I am ashamed of you for making fun of Margery when you knew she was suffering."
"I wathn't. I'm thorry that Buthter thuffered. I know what it ith to thuffer. Lotth of painful thingth have happened to me."
"Indeed they have, and we've all heard about them, too," said Jane sarcastically.
"See how nicely Margery is going up. That is the way we shall send you up, Jane dear," said Harriet, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.