see of herself: the image presented was superb. Then she hastily
rolled up her old dress, put it in the box, and thrust the latter on
a ledge as high as she could reach. Standing on tiptoe, she waved
the handkerchief through the upper aperture, and bent to the rift to
go out.

But what a trouble stared her in the face. The dress was so airy, so
fantastical, and so extensive, that to get out in her new clothes by
the rift which had admitted her in her old ones was an impossibility.
She heard the Baron's steps crackling over the dead sticks and
leaves.

'O, sir!' she began in despair.

'What--can't you dress yourself?' he inquired from the back of the
trunk.

'Yes; but I can't get out of this dreadful tree!'

He came round to the opening, stooped, and looked in. 'It is obvious
that you cannot,' he said, taking in her compass at a glance; and
adding to himself; 'Charming! who would have thought that clothes
could do so much!--Wait a minute, my little maid: I have it!' he
said more loudly.

With all his might he kicked at the sides of the rift, and by that
means broke away several pieces of the rotten touchwood. But, being
thinly armed about the feet, he abandoned that process, and went for
a fallen branch which lay near. By using the large end as a lever,
he tore away pieces of the wooden shell which enshrouded Margery and