doubtfully.

"Oh, pshaw, you're afraid; there's no danger. Come on and try it,
anyhow."

Now Marjorie did not like to be called afraid, for she really had
very little fear in her disposition. So she said: "Well, I'll go
up the ladder and look out, and if it looks dangerous I won't do
it."

"Not a bit of danger," declared Molly. "I'll go up first." Agile
as a sprite, Molly quickly skipped up the ladder, and opened the
trap-door in the barn roof. Sticking her head up through, she soon
drew her thin little body up after it and called to Marjorie to
follow. Marjorie was a much heavier child, but she sturdily
climbed the ladder, and then with some difficulty clambered out on
the roof.

"Isn't it gay?" cried Molly, and exhilarated by the lofty height,
the novel position, and the excitement of the moment, Marjorie
thought it was.

"Now," went on Molly, by way of instruction, "sit down beside me
right here at the top. Hang on with your hands until I count three
and then let go, and we'll slide straight down the roof."

Marjorie obeyed directions, and sat waiting with a delightful
feeling of expectancy.

"One, two, three!" counted Molly, and at the last word the two