"Becky, do you have a ladder?" Hazel thought for a moment. "If we put a ladder on the backside of the tree, I can help you get it down.”

"No, no!" Becky shook her head. "Then we will be discovered by my mother. Hazel, we have to get it quietly!"

"You want me to go from here?" Hazel surprisingly pointed at the branches outside the balcony.

The tree was some years old, and the branches that extended out of the balcony were strong enough, not too far from the balcony. But even if you turned, ...