girls let go their grasp and slid.

Swiftly and lightly the slender little Molly slid to the gutter of
the eaves of the roof, caught by her heels, and stopped suddenly,
leaning against the slanted roof, comfortably at her ease.

Not so Marjorie. She came swiftly down, and, all unaccustomed to
motion of this sort, her feet struck the gutter, her solid little
body bounced up into the air, and instead of falling backward
again, she gave a frightened convulsive movement, and fell
headlong to the ground.

Quick as a flash, Molly, when she saw what had happened, scrambled
back up the roof with a wonderful agility, and let herself down
through the skylight, and down the ladder like lightning. She
rushed out of the barn, to where Marjorie lay, and reached her
before Carter did, though he came running at the first sounds of
Marjorie's screams.

"I'm not hurt much," said Marjorie, trying to be brave; "if you'll
help me, Carter, I think I can walk to the house."

"Walk nothin'," growled Carter; "it's Miss Mischief you are for
sure! I thought you had outgrown your wild ways, but you're just
as bad as ever! What'll your grandma say?"

Molly stood by, decidedly scared. She didn't know how badly
Marjorie was hurt, and she longed to comfort her, and tell her how
sorry she was that she had urged her to this mischief, but Carter
gave her no opportunity to speak. Indeed, it was all she could do