âWhat, you donât trust me?â she said as she climbed up onto the tree branch. After swinging her legs over it, knees bent to hold her there, she let go with her hands, now hanging from the branch and swinging back and forth. Looking towards her ânay-sayerâ, face nearly to their eye level, Dorcas was proud to say, âtold you! Iâm a brilliant tree-climber!â
















