Chapter 22 DISASTER THREATENS

Before Curly could comply with Ruth's whispered request, her fingers slipped on the edge of the flooring. "Oh!" she cried out, and-dropped as much as three inches!

"Goodness me, Ruth!" gasped Ann Hicks. "Are you killed?"

"No-o. But I might as well have been as to be scared to death," declared the girl of the Red Mill. "I never thought the cel