Home surroundings had always had much of beauty for Marion. From the
beginning of his business career, Mr. Stanlock had had a large income
and was able to supply his family with many of the expensive luxuries,
as well as all the so-called necessities of life. But for Marion the
artificial luxuries had little special attraction. She accepted them
as a matter of course, but that is about all the claim they had upon
her. She enjoyed the use of her father's automobiles, but she wondered
sometimes at the scheme of things which entitled her to an electric
runabout or a limousine and a chauffeur, while thousands of other
quite as deserving girls were not nearly as well favored.

The ability and the disposition to look at things occasionally from
this point of view contributed much to the generosity of Marion's
nature. She was a favorite among rich and poor alike, except among
those rich who could "understand" why the wealthy ought to be
specially favored, and those poor too narrow and circumscribed to
credit any wealthy person with genuine generosity.

Being of this artless and unartificial trend of mind, Marion must
naturally turn to either nature or human merit for the selection of
her Camp Fire name. She was not sufficiently mature to pick a poetic
idea from the achievements of men, and so it fell to nature to supply
a quaint notion as a foundation for her "nom-de-fire."

Seated in her room at Hiawatha Institute one evening, Marion cast
about her mental horizon for some scene or association in her life
that would suggest the desired name. The first that came to her was
the picture of a towering mountain, conspicuous not so much for its
actual loftiness as for its deceptive appearance of great height. In
all her experiences at home, it had never occurred to Marion to think