"I don't care if we don't. I want to get down," wailed Grace.
Harriet succeeded in, climbing the tree to a point where she could reach out and touch her companion. Perhaps suspecting something of the truth, Harriet moved very cautiously. She discovered what the trouble was almost at once.
"Tommy I'm afraid when I loosen this cord that holds you you will fall," said Harriet.
"How far will I fall?" quavered Tommy.
"Only a few feet," replied Harriet. "You aren't more than six or seven feet from the ground. The ground is soft. It's all moss and mold under this tree."
"I don't want to fall," wailed the little girl "I want to thtay here. Don't you dare touch me, Harriet Burrell."
"Then wait until the others get here. They are almost here now."
"There it is," cried a voice. Harriet thought the voice belonged to Miss Elting. It proved to belong to Cora Kidder. "My gracious, girls what is it?"
"It ith I," answered a plaintive voice from above their heads.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the girls as they gazed up at the limb of the tree from where Tommy was suspended.