“But I am sure I can. Why should I go?”
“Go to oblige me; and be quick, Nancy—be quick.”
Nancy went. She returned in a few minutes.
“It can be seen,” she said; “and very plainly, too.”
“Then you must manage to get it off that branch, Nancy. Do you hear? You must.”
“I!” cried Nancy. “But how, Gussie? How am I to get down? It is ever so many feet away.”
“You must climb down.”
“But I am afraid of climbing. I always get giddy when I look from any height. I daren’t do it, Gussie; I should fall on my head and get killed.”
“You really are the most tiresome child,” said Augusta. “Here, stand out of my way. Let me look for myself.”
Augusta got out of bed, and peeped over the window-sill.