This part of the programme she could see almost too
clearly, for it must be confessed that this part startled Aunt
Olivia out of her calm. It--it was so unexpected. She stopped
rocking and leaned forward in her chair to peer more sharply.
What was the child--"She's climbing a tree!" breathed Aunt
Olivia in undisguised astonishment. Even as she breathed it, there
came to her faintly the snapping of twigs and flutter of leaves.
Then all was quite still, but she could discern with her pair of
trusty Plummer eyes two long legs gently dangling.
If Aunt Olivia had known, Rebecca Mary, too, was startled. It--it
was so strange an experience. She was not in the least afraid--it
was a mental start rather than a physical one. When she had
reached the limb set down in her programme she sat on it in a
little daze of bewildered delight. She liked it!
"Why, why, it's nice!" Rebecca Mary breathed. Her turn had come
for undisguised astonishment. The leaves all about her nodded to
her and stroked her cheeks and hair and hands. They whispered
things into her ears. They were such friendly little leaves!
Nothing looked quite the same up there. It was a little as if she
were in a new world, and she felt odd thrills of pride, as
probably people who had discovered countries and rivers and north
poles felt.
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