“How very awkward!” she said. “How could it have got there? It must have dropped from my arm last night when I went to look out.”
“Just before you shut the window?” said Nancy.
“Well, yes. Do you think any one will believe that story?”
“No, I don’t,” replied Nancy after a moment’s pause.
Augusta laughed. “Goosey, goosey, gander!” she said. “I might have known that you were not quite such a goose as all that. Now, could we not hook it up with an umbrella handle? Do let’s try.”
Both girls tried, but in vain.
“There is nothing for it, Nancy, but to get the gardener to bring a ladder. You must point it out to him, and ask him to take it down. Where is the gardener to-day?”
“I don’t know,” replied Nancy. “I have not seen him.”
“Well, you must go and look for him. What are the rest of them doing?”
“We are all going to have tea in the woods.”