Again there came the playful sound, and this time Kitty thought it was overhead. She must be having hallucinations surely. Hopefully she moved in the direction from which she thought the sound had come. Suddenly a cone fell almost at her feet. Then there was a burst of childish laughter from the nearest treetop. She looked up to see a mischievous face peering down at her from the high branches. Her overwhelming relief was only momentary, for it was followed by terror lest Billy break his neck. “Why, Billy Carter, how in the world did you climb that tall pine?” “It was easy. Come up, Kit. You can see clear across the world.” “I’m not coming up, and you’re coming down this very instant,” she said firmly. “It’s fun up here! Let me stay,” pleaded Billy. Kitty saw Brad running toward them, attracted by their voices. “Oh, look at him! In the top of that pine,” she told Brad. “How will he ever get down?” “I can get down,” stated Billy, unexpectedly willing to show them the wonderful feat. With the agility of a little monkey he swung through the wide-spreading branches that crowned the towering column of rusty brown. Kitty’s hands were clenched agonizingly as he reached the smooth trunk, which had no supporting branches. “Oh, dear God, bring him down safely,” she prayed. Seeing Brad take a step toward the tree, she whispered, “Don’t speak to him or make him nervous.” Then they saw an amazing thing. Billy’s feet were seeking small niches cut in the trunk, and his hands holding to something that hugged the bark. “I do believe there is wire wrapped all the way up that trunk,” whispered Brad, noting that she had seen it too. “Put there so somebody could climb up and down that tree easily,” added Kitty. But at the moment she did not stop to realize how significant it might be. She was too grateful to know it was there to make Billy’s descent less dangerous. Thirty feet above the ground the sturdy limbs of a young oak spread around the pine trunk. Billy stepped lightly to those limbs and a few minutes later had scrambled safely to the ground. Kitty caught him to her, moaning, “Oh, Billy darling, you might have broken your neck! Never do such a thing again.” “Huh!” he grunted, resenting being made a baby. “It was fun—like climbing our old magnolia back in N’ Orleans. Aunt Nina let me play up there any time.” “I’m afraid Aunt Nina spoiled you terribly.” Billy stepped back and surveyed the tree with a proud air. “I never went so high before. You can see the ocean off yonder.” He swung his arm seaward with a grandiose air. “The hospital, too. There was even a seat to sit on.” “A seat!” exclaimed Brad. “You mean boards nailed across the limbs to make a seat?” Billy nodded. “I sat on it. The wind swings the top. It was fun. I was a bird up there!” “Kitty, I’m going up!” Brad said, with sudden decision. “Somebody has a lookout here.” “Oh!” The very idea seemed to take Kitty’s breath away.