What happened was that in a very few minutes a tiny speck began to swing down the thin silver thread and eventually there arrived at their feet a small red tin box.
Susan felt quite faint. She glanced at the others and was relieved to find rather anxious expressions on all their faces, which gave her courage to say, "Are we supposed to go up a sheer mountain-side in that tin can?"
"I expect it's stronger than it looks," said Charlotte in a quavering voice.
"It had better be," said Midge.
From SUSAN INTERFERES, Chapter 5, Looking for Fräulein Amacher.