"Now don't funk. What two sillies you are! It won't be as hard as you think. Just watch me do it." Fortunately the pole had two great advantages: it was firmly fixed in the bank on either side, so that it did not sway about, and, being the trunk of a fir-tree with the bark still left on, its surface offered some grip. Rona's progress was slow but steady. She worked herself over by a few inches at a time. When she reached the water's edge on the far side she dropped on to a patch of silver sand and hurrahed. "Buck up, and come along," she yelled lustily. This was scouting with a vengeance, and more than the others had bargained for; but the stronger will prevailed, and though they shook in their shoes they were persuaded to make the experiment. "I'm all dithering," panted Hattie, as Winnie pushed her forward to try first. It was not as bad as she had expected. She was able to cling tightly with hands and knees, and though she had one awful moment in the middle, when she thought she was overbalancing, she reached Rona's outstretched hand in due course. "You squealed like a pig," said the Cuckoo. "I thought I was done for. Wouldn't you like to feel how my heart's beating?" "No, I shouldn't. Don't be affected. Come along, Win. We can't wait all day. I'll fish you out if you tumble in, I promise you. It isn't deep enough to drown you." With many protestations, Winnie, really very much scared, followed the others' lead, and got along quite successfully till within a foot of the brink; then the sudden mooing of a cow on the bank startled her, and so upset her equilibrium that she splashed into the water, wetting one leg thoroughly. "Ugh! My shoes were squelchy enough before," she lamented. "You can't think how horrid it is." "Never mind, you've got across." "But you might sympathize." "Haven't time. We shall have to hurry up if we mean to be back before the others." "Did you think the cow was Teddie calling you?" laughed Hattie, who, having got her own trial over, could afford to jest at other people's misfortunes. "You'd have jumped yourself. Oh dear, I spilt most of my snowdrops, though I did tie the basket round my neck!" "Never mind; you can't fish them out of the stream now. I'll give you some of mine. Here, take these," said Rona. "I've nobody to send them to," she added, half to herself, as she climbed the bank. "Oh, thanks awfully! I always send Mother a big bunch. She looks forward to them. I've brought a cardboard box from home on purpose to pack them in, because the cook runs quite out of starch-boxes. Some of the girls last year had to wrap theirs just in brown paper. If you don't want yours, can you spare me a few more?" "I'll keep just these to put in my bedroom, and you may have the rest if you like," replied Rona, stalking ahead.