"It's just as easy as falling—if you'll only try."
"It's not easy." She was beginning to lose her temper. "I'm stuck just as fast as I ever was. You haven't done a bit of good." Before she finished the sentence, she was ashamed of her words, for a hurt look overspread the face beneath the red hair.
"Are you sure you can't yank it free?"
"I know I can't."
Very deliberately, he bent down and pulled from his own right foot the white tennis slipper.
"I'm sorry I can't get you loose, but I know how to get your kitten down."
"What are you going to do?"
Without answering, he drew back his slipper in a position to hurl it at the helpless kitten. He measured the distance with his eye, poising the shoe for the most accurate throw possible.
"What—what are you going to do?" She was very close to screaming.
"Hold tight. That kitten might come down right on your head."