Will watched Ella approach one tree after the other, trying and failing to hide his spreading smile as they studied the options critically, eyes squinting with concentration. He followed Ella over to their choice, a good sturdy oak, and made a show of inspecting it. "Well now," he said, "you've a good eye. See how strong these branches are? They're all thicker'n your arm, that's good. And they start nice an' low, see, I bet you can pull y'sen up on this one." He set a hand on a branch just about level with Ella's head height.