of her he had always borne in mind as he had seen her before.
Now he was beginning to recognize another side of her
character and tastes, a side which interested him even more
than the other had done.

Like a pair of children they collected their firewood, racing
together to the base of operations with armfuls of dry sticks.
When there was a big pile she surprised him by asking to be
allowed to make the fire herself.

"I'll prove to you I'm a woodsman," she asserted, and when she
had performed her task after the most approved fashion of the
skilled camper, he acknowledged that she had made good her
boast. As the smoke cleared away in the direction which left
the view unobscured and the spot he had selected for the
lunching-place free from smoke, he grinned approvingly.

"I've no doubt you could grill the steak and brew the coffee
with equal skill," he admitted, "but I'm not going to let you.
That's my job. I want to prove my prowess. Sit down on that
log, please, and oversee me."

She watched with hungry interest while he also gave evidence
of his craft. It could hardly be the first time that a hamper
had been packed for him at the place in the city, for nothing
he needed had been left out, even to a big bottle of spring
water with which to make the coffee. When his work was nearly
complete she spread a square of white linen upon a flat rock
and set forth the other contents of the hamper - olives and
bread and butter, crisp celery-hearts, and cream cheese and a