'Doc-tor Bur-rns, Doc-tor Bur-rns', can get hold of me," the
Imp's driver explained. "I suppose you're not dressed - nor
shod - for a rough walk of a quarter of a mile where the car
can't go?"

"I'll sacrifice skirts and soles," she promised. "Isn't the
air out here glorious? I thought I was tired when I left the
city: now I could climb that hill and enjoy it."

"That's precisely what we'll do, then. There's a view from
the top worth the scramble, but I wasn't sure you'd be game
for it. Perhaps I'll know you better at the end of this
afternoon than I do now. Is there a jolly, athletic girl
hidden away under that demure manner of yours I've seen so
far, I wonder?"

"Lead the way up that hill and you'll find out," she answered
with a challenging flash of her dark eyes.

He lodged the Imp among a clump of pines, got out the hamper
and turned to his companion. She had pulled off her gloves,
removed hat and veil and folded her long, gray coat away in
the car. This left her dressed in the trim gray skirt of
walking length and the gray silk blouse she had worn for
shopping. Burns looked at her with approval.

"Transformed by magic from a fashionable lady in street attire
to a girl ready for the woods," was his comment. "I'm glad
you leave off the hat - I'll match you by doffing the cap.
Now aren't we a pair? Are you in for a rush up that first