"Oh!" shrieked Margery, when she saw this dreadful position. "Do get in, miss; you'll get dizzy and fall out."
"I'm not allowed to do anything in this house!" sulked Gay. A moment later he added, "Shall I have my dinner up here?"
"I guess so."
"Well, if you will give me some stout string and that little tray in the kitchen with open work places on the ends, I'll rig something to hoist my dinner up from the dining-room and let down the dishes afterwards. It will save you lots of bother."
"I'll think about it," said Margery discreetly, hurrying away.
Gay sat quietly on the window for a moment, looking out over the garden to the street beyond in search of something diverting. A boy, carrying a large tin pail, was passing, and Gay recognized him.
"Hullo, Patsey!" he shouted. "Come into the yard, won't you?"
Patsey saw Gay at once and answered,—
"I can't now, miss; I'm carryin' ther dinner ter me mother's boarders."
"All right," returned Gay, who wouldn't have been guilty of interfering with business. "Stop when you come back, then."