"Look out you don't fall," he warned hastily; her attitude was
alarming.

"I am lying flat," said she, "and I can't fall."

"You haven't told me how you got up. I want to come up, too."

"How do you know I want you?"

"I have such a lot of things to say!" cried Bennington, rather at a
loss for a valid reason, but feeling the necessity keenly.

"Well, sit down and say them. There's a big flat rock just behind you."

This did not suit him in the least. "I wish you'd let me up," he begged
petulantly. "I can't say what I want from here."

"I can hear you quite well. You'll have to talk from there, or else
keep still."

"That isn't fair!" persisted the young man, adopting a tone of
argument. "You're a girl----"

"Stop there! You are wrong to start with. Did you think that a creature
who could fly to the tops of the rocks was a mere girl? Not at all."

"What do you mean?" asked the easily bewildered Bennington.

"What I say. I'm not a girl."