the fruits of her day's collecting scattered on the roadside
around her. She was in the act of rising when a motor car
containing two young men shot around a curve of the canyon,
swerved to avoid running over her, and stopped as abruptly as
possible.

"It's a girl!" cried the driver, and both men sprang to the road
and hurried to Linda's assistance. Her dark cheeks were red with
mortification, but she managed to recover her feet and tuck in
her blouse before they reached her

"We heard you coming down," said the elder of the young men, "and
we thought you might be a bear. Are you sure you're not hurt?"

Linda stood before them, a lithe slender figure, vivid with youth
and vitality.

"I am able to stand," she said, "so of course I haven't broken
any bones. I think I am fairly well battered, but you will
please to observe that there isn't a scratch on Cotyledon, and I
brought her down--at least I think it's she--from the edge of
that boulder away up there. Isn't she a beauty? Only notice the
delicate frosty 'bloom' on her leaves!"

"I should prefer," said the younger of the men, to know whether
you have any broken bones."

"I'm sure I am all right," answered Linda. "I have falling down
mountains reduced to an exact science. I'll bet you couldn't
slide that far and bring down Coty without a scratch.' "Well,