Margaret Deland 
The Iron Woman 

Climb up in this tree, and play house Elizabeth Ferguson commanded. She herself had climbed to the lowest branch of an apple-tree in the Maitland orchard, and sat there, swinging her white-stockinged legs so recklessly that the three children whom she had summoned to her side, backed away for safety. If you don’t, she said, looking down at them, I’m afraid, perhaps, maybe, I’ll get mad…