valley, looked up past solemn files of redwoods at the mountain,
cameo-cut this morning against a cloudless sky, and sighed a great
sigh of content that seemed to go from her heels to the crown of
her head. "I have never been really well and really happy anywhere
else!" she declared, out of deep peace and content.

"Oh, there's no place in the world like it!" Alix agreed, rubbing
some dried mud from the back of her hand with the trowel. "Peter
and I are always deciding to try New York, or to try San
Francisco, or Southern California, but somehow we don't! If Martin
continues to migrate every little while, I wish you could have a
little house here. Then for part of the time at least we could be
together."

"The old house," Cherry said, dreamily.

"Well, why not?" Alix echoed, eagerly. "It's in pretty bad shape,
after being empty so long, but it would make darling home again!
Would Martin object?"

The old spoiled Cherry, with the pretty petulant frown and shrug
of years ago! "Martin knows what he could do," she drawled,
naughtily.

"Martin would be here--some of the time?" Alix asked, a little
anxiously.

Cherry filled her coffee cup a second time, gave Kow an
appreciative smile as he put a hot French loaf before her, and
said indifferently: