George, George! Where are you?" called Frank as he went through the wood.
"I am here," answered George.
"Where? I can't see you," shouted Frank at the top of his voice.
"I am here, up a tree," said George.
"Whatever are you doing there?" said Frank as he spied George's fat legs through the branches of a tree.
"I shall be down in a minute," said George, "and I will tell you."
Presently George came scrambling down so quickly that Frank thought he would be sure to fall.
But George was not afraid of this, for had he not been used to climbing trees all his life? But then, you see, George lived in the country, and Frank had only come to stay with him for his summer holiday.