(If you don't know what that means, go and ask your big brothers; make them leave their chess and their newspapers on the spot, and read you what Mr.Virgil has to say about it.) If she hung on she would wrench her arms; if she jumped, she should break them.

She hung, screaming, as long as she could, and dropped when she could hang no longer, looking about in an astonishment that was irresistibly funny, at finding herself alive and unhurt on the soft moss.
The girls were still laughing too hard to talk.

Joy stood up with a very red face and began to walk slowly away without a word.
"Where are you goin ?" called Gypsy from the branches.
"Home," said Joy.
"Oh, don't; come, we won't laugh any mote.

Come back, and you needn't climb.

You can stay underneath and pick up while we throw down." "No; I've had enough of it.