to come by this way."

"That may not be for several days," said Midget, cheerfully.
"Carter never hardly comes down into this meadow. Pooh, Molly, we
can get down some way."

"Yes; but how?" insisted Molly, who realized the situation more
truly than Marjorie.

"Oh, I don't know," responded Midge, carelessly. "We might go down
in the dumb-waiter."

"No; your uncle said, positively, we must never go down on that.
It isn't strong enough to hold even one of us at a time."

"I guess I could jump."

"I guess you couldn't! You'd sprain your ankles and break your
collar bones."

"Oh, pshaw, Molly, there must be some way down. Let's ask Stella.
She can always think of something."

"No; don't tell Stella. She can't think of any way, and it would
scare her to pieces. I tell you, Mops, there ISN'T any way down.
It's too high to jump and we can't climb. We could climb UP the
tree, but not DOWN."

At last Marjorie began to realize that they were in a difficulty.
She looked all around the house, and there really was no way by