“What is Finger Rock?” asked Rodney.
“It’s wonderful!” declared Matty, and May nodded agreement. “It’s down the river nearly to Thurling. Haven’t you ever seen it?”
“I’ve never been further that way than we went this afternoon,” replied Rodney.
“Oh, but you can see it from the field,” said Tad. “They call it Finger Rock because it stands up like—like a sore thumb! It’s ’most a hundred feet high, isn’t it, Kitty?”
“Eighty-six feet, they say. Quite sheer, though.”
“Quite—what?” asked Rodney.
“Straight up and down,” explained Tad. “I guess not many folks have ever climbed to the top of it, although you can get up about half way without much trouble.”
“I’ve been on top,” said Kitty. “Twice.”
“Oh, run away!” exclaimed Tad.
Kitty nodded soberly. “Fact. Last year, and then about three weeks ago. Hard work, though.”