"Goodness gracious," she cried. "You mustn't do that, Miss May."
"Why mustn't I?" asked Gay, not moving at all.
"You'll break your neck," answered Margery.
"Oh, no, I shan't," replied Gay, a good deal flattered by this interest. "I could lean out still farther."
"May!" shrieked Margery, covering her head with her apron.
"Don't you like it?"
"Mercy, no. Are ye in yet?" said Margery, without uncovering her head.
"Yes, I'm in."
Margery uncovered her face and looked first on the ground to see if Gay was there in fragments, then up at the window where he was now sitting astride of the window-sill, swinging one foot on the outside.