pencils and knives and trowels I must find. You might overlook
the most important part of my paraphernalia; and really I am not
damaged. I'm merely hurt. Good-bye!"

Linda started back up the side of the canyon, leaving the young
men to enter their car and drive away. For a minute both of them
stood watching her.

"What will girls be wearing and doing next?" asked the elder of
the two as he started his car.

"What would you have a girl wear when she is occupied with
coasting down canyons?" said his friend. "And as for what she is
doing, it's probable that every high-school girl in Los Angeles
has a botanical collection to make before she graduates."

"I see!" said the man driving. "She is only a high-school kid, ,
but did you notice that she is going to make an extremely
attractive young woman?"

"Yes, I noticed just that; I noticed it very particularly,"
answered the younger man. "And I noticed also that she either
doesn't know it, or doesn't give a flip."

Linda collected her belongings, straightened her hair and
clothing, and, with her knapsack in place, and leaning rather on
heavily on her walking stick, made her way down the road to the
abutment of a small rustic bridge where she stopped to rest. The
stream at her feet was noisy and icy cold. It rushed through
narrow defiles in the rock, beat itself to foam against the faces