“Certainly not. I might have been, though, but God took care.”
“Was it my cheers frightened you?”
“Was it you, then? I heard something, different from the wood sounds, and I looked quick to see. Then my foot slipped and I went down—a way. I caught a branch just in time, and—please, don’t tell uncle. I’d rather do that myself.”
“You should never do such a thing. The idea of a girl climbing trees at all, least of any such a tree as that!”
He threw his head back and looked upward, through the green spiral, to the brilliant sky. The enormous height revived the horror he had felt as he leaped through the window and rushed to the mountain.
“Who planned such a death-trap as that, anyway?”
“I did.”
“You! A girl!”
“Yes. Why not? It’s great fun, usually.”
“You’d better have been learning to sew.”