"It's glorious! I've often looked at this height as our car
drove by on the road over there, and wanted to climb it. But
Martha and Jim are always for reeling off miles, and so, I
thought, were you. I imagined there was nobody but myself to
care for this."

"And I thought you liked the porch and the pretty clothes you
wear there better than anything I could show you in the open,"
he owned with a laugh. "Not that I haven't enjoyed that porch
and the sight of the clothes - they don't seem to be just like
Martha's and Winifred's somehow, though I can't tell why!
I've wanted to ask you off for a trip like this, but never was
sure you'd enjoy it. I'm glad I've found out. I feel as if
I'd wasted the summer."

He fell to gathering wood for his fire, and when she had
regained her breath she helped him in spite of his
remonstrance. "Let me have all the fun, too," she begged. "I
haven't had a chance like this for four years. I used to camp
in flannels all summer long, in the roughest sort of style,
and loved it dearly. I could stand the tension of a long
social winter twice as well as the other women on account of
it."

He understood, knowing that her husband had occupied a
prominent official position which called upon him to maintain
a corresponding place in the society of the city in which they
had lived. Although he knew her to be still under thirty, he
realized that on account of her early marriage she had had
much experience in the world of affairs. It was this aspect