"But it's the only one there is," she said. "I can't reach any other."
She heard him whistle.
"Hold on," he said. "I'm trying to find you—half a tick."
He came to the bottom of the tree and looked up.
"Where are you now?" he asked. Marian thought it a silly question.
"Why, just here," she said.
"Well, why don't you come down," he asked, "the same way that you got up?"
"I don't know," she said. "I wish I could. But I've got wrong somehow. I'm stuck."
She saw him touching the elm-trunk with his hands, running his fingers lightly and quickly over it. Then he swung himself up on to the lowest bough, and soon he was near enough to touch her hand.
"Now catch hold," he said, "and jump toward me. Don't be frightened. I'm as firm as a rock."