“I’m not goin’ to make you no swing,” said William firmly.
“If you don’t make me a swing,” she said, “I’ll sit down an’ I’ll scream an’ scream till I burst.”
She began to grow red in the face.
“There’s no rope,” said William hastily.
She pointed to a coil of old rope in a dark corner of the barn.
“That’s rope, silly,” she said.
He took it out and began to look round for a suitable and low enough tree.
“Be quick!” ordered his victim.
At last he had the rope tied up.
“Now lift me in! Now swing me! Go on! More! More! More! Nice, funny boy!”