"I can't see any way at all," said Henry, looking out into the lane.
"I shall get up, and so see over into the bend of the road;" and Hal
mounted to the topmost bar of the gate, and sat astride there, John
scrambling after him not quite so easily, his legs being less long,
and his dress less convenient. Both knew that their Papa strongly
objected to their climbing on this iron gate, the newest and
handsomest thing about the place; but thought Hal, "Of course no one
will care what I do when I am so anxious about poor Mamma!" and
thought Johnnie, "What Hal does, of course I may do!"
So there the two young gentlemen sat perched, each with one leg on
either side of the new iron gate. It was rather like sitting on the
edge of a knife; and John could scarcely reach his toes down to rest
them on the bar below, but he held on by the spikes, and it was so
new and glorious a position, that it made up for a good deal to be
five feet above the road; moreover, Hal said it was just like the
mast-head of a man-of-war--at LEAST, when the waves didn't dash right
overhead, like the picture of the Eddystone Lighthouse.
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