“And then what?”
“She’d draw up the rope, attach it to something inside the room, and come on down.”
“Hand over hand?”
Johnny nodded.
“A girl?”
“Yes, a girl!” Johnny shouted fiercely. “She’s a girl, but not the soft kind. She’s got nerve, Mazie has. And when she was a kid she could climb a rope. I know. She was my pal. She’s not forgotten how. Question is, are you going to send Jerry up?”
“Sure I am.”
The driver climbed down from his wagon with alacrity, then working his way through the scorching heat to a place beneath the window, he looked up to the window where the girl was plainly visible, patted Jerry on the head, and said:
“See her up there? It’s roasted chestnuts and a box of chocolates fer you if you get up to her.”
With almost human intelligence the little creature took the cord firmly in his teeth and with a leap was away, scurrying up from window ledge to window ledge, making progress where even a squirrel would not have attempted to go.