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Page 57
"We can call it The Breezy Extract," said Stella; "that'll look
pretty painted on the labels."
"Breezy Extract is silly," said Molly; "Breezy-Inn Extract is
prettier."
"All right," said Stella, good-naturedly. "Come on, I'm in a hurry
to begin. I'll paint the labels, while you girls make the stuff."
So they trudged across the field to Breezy Inn, dumped their heaps
of pennyroyal into the dumb-waiter, and themselves scrambled gayly
up the rope ladder.
Almost before Molly and Midge had pulled up their somewhat odorous
burden, Stella had seated herself at the table to work at the
labels. The child was devoted to work of this sort, and was soon
absorbed in designing artistic letters to adorn the bottles.
Midge and Molly worked away with a will. Unheeding their pretty
summer frocks, and, indeed, there was little use now for care in
that direction, they brought water from the brook, hauled it up
the dumbwaiter, and filled several good-sized receptacles with
steeping pennyroyal flowers.
Their work finished, they were anxious to start for home at once
and begin a search for the bottles, but Stella begged them to stay
a little longer until she should have finished the design she was
making.
So Midge and Molly wandered out on the veranda, and amused
themselves by jerking the rope ladder up and down. By a clever
mechanical contrivance the ladder went up and down something on
the principle of an automatic shade roller. It was great fun to
roll it up and feel a certain security in the thought that nobody
could get into "Breezy Inn" unless they saw fit to let down the
ladder. Not that anybody ever wanted to, but it was fun to think
so, and, moreover, the rolling ladder was most useful in the
playing of certain games, where an unlucky princess was imprisoned
in a castle tower.
But somehow, as they were idly jerking the ladder up and down, an
accident happened. Something snapped at the top, and with a little
cracking sound, the whole ladder broke loose from its fastenings
and fell to the ground.
"Oh, Midget!" cried Molly, aghast, "whatever shall we do now? We
can't get down, and we'll have to stay here until somebody happens
to come by this way."
"That may not be for several days," said Midget, cheerfully.
"Carter never hardly comes down into this meadow. Pooh, Molly, we
can get down some way."
"Yes; but how?" insisted Molly, who realized the situation more
truly than Marjorie.
"Oh, I don't know," responded Midge, carelessly. "We might go down
in the dumb-waiter."
"No; your uncle said, positively, we must never go down on that.
It isn't strong enough to hold even one of us at a time."
"I guess I could jump."
"I guess you couldn't! You'd sprain your ankles and break your
collar bones."
"Oh, pshaw, Molly, there must be some way down. Let's ask Stella.
She can always think of something."
"No; don't tell Stella. She can't think of any way, and it would
scare her to pieces. I tell you, Mops, there ISN'T any way down.
It's too high to jump and we can't climb. We could climb UP the
tree, but not DOWN."
At last Marjorie began to realize that they were in a difficulty.
She looked all around the house, and there really was no way by
which the girls could get down. They went into the living-room,
where Stella sat at the table, drawing.
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