I am his little girl.

He is out in the cherry tree, and said I must not come up, because you were crazy and would hurt me.

You won't hurt me, will you?
And be you crazy ?' 'Hurt you?
No,' he answered, as he parted the rings of her hair from her low brow.

'I don't know whether I am crazy or not They say so, and perhaps I am, when my head is full of bumble-bees.' 'Oh--h!' Jerry gasped, drawing back from him.

'Can they get out?
And will they sting ?' Arthur burst into a merry laugh, the first he had known since he came back to Shannondale.