he position of their own bit of ground greatly to
their liking. Only the getting on to the wall! There was the difficulty.
For Ted it was not so tremendous. _He_ could clamber up by the help of
niches which he had managed to make for his feet here and there between
the stones, and the consequent destruction to trousers and stockings had
never as yet occurred to his boyish mind. But Cissy--poor Cissy! it was
quite impossible to get _her_ up on to the wall, and for some time an
ambitious project had been taking shape in Ted's brain.

"Cissy," he said, when he was released, "it's no good beginning working
at your garden now. We have to go in in ten minutes. I'm going up on the
wall for a few minutes. You stay there, and I'll call down to you all I
see."

"O Ted," said Cissy, "I _wiss_ I could climb up the wall too."

"I know you do," said Ted. "I've been thinking about that. Wait till I
get up, and I'll tell you about it."

Full of faith in Ted's wisdom, little Cissy sat down by the roots of a
great elm-tree which stood in her brother's domain. "My tree" Ted had
always called it, and it was one of the charms of his property. _It_ was
not difficult to climb, even Cissy could be hoisted some way up--to the
level of top of the wall indeed, without difficulty, but unfortunately
between the tree and the wall there was a space, too wide to cross. And
even when the right level was reached, it was too far back to see on to
the road.

"If only the tree grew close to the wall," Ted had often said to
himself; and now as Cissy sat down below wondering what Ted was going to
do, his quick eyes were examining all about to see if a plan that had
struck him would be possible.

"Cissy," he cried suddenly, and Cissy started to her feet. "Oh what,
Ted?" she cried.

"I see how it could be done. If I had a plank of wood I could fasten it
to the tree on one side, and--and--I could find _some_ way if I tried,
of fastening it to the wall on the other, and then I could pull the
branches down a little--they're nearly down far enough, to make a sort
of back to the seat, and oh, Cissy, it would be such a lovely place! We
could both sit on it, and see all that passed. I'll tell you what I'm
seeing now. There's a man with a wheelbarrow just passing, and such a
queer little dog running beside, and farther off there's a boy with a
basket, and two girls, and one of them's carrying a baby, and--yes
there's a cart and horse coming--awfully fast. I do