5/13 It may be years ere I fall in with such a long rope all ready for me. As well be knocked on the head at once as never know happiness." And he sprung on to the rope with a cry of delight, as a cat jumps with a mew on to a table where fish is. All the gymnast was on fire; and the only concession Kate could gain from him was permission to fasten the lantern on his neck first. The light at the nape of his neck made a glowworm of him. His sister watched his progress, with trembling anxiety. |