itas, Spangle, Cedonia,
Pe Ell, Cle Elum, Sallal, Chimacum,
Index, Taholah, Synarep, Puyallup,
Wallula, Wawawai, Wauconda, Washougal,
Walla Walla, Washtucna, Wahluke,
Solkulk, Newaukum, Wahkiakus,
Penawawa, Ohop, Ladd!

Harrah, Olalla, Umtanum, Chuckanut,
Soap Lake, Loon Lake, Addy, Ace, Usk,
Chillowist, Moxee City, Yellepit, Cashup,
Moonax, Mabton, Tolt, Mukilteo,
Poulsbo, Toppenish, Whetstone, Inchelium,
Fishtrap, Carnation, Shine, Monte Cristo,
Conconully, Roza, Maud!

China Bend, Zumwalt, Sapolil, Riffle,
Touchet, Chesaw, Chew, Klum, Bly,
Humorist, Hammer, Nooksack, Oso,
Samamish, Dusty, Tiger, Turk, Dot,
Scenic, Tekoa, Nellita, Attalia,
Steilacoom, Tweedle, Ruff, Lisabeula,
Latah, Peola, Towal, Eltopia,
Steptoe, Pluvius, Sol Duc, Twisp!

"And then," complained Claire, "they talk about Amy Lowell! I leave it
to you, Henry B., if any union poet has ever written as gay a refrain as
'Ohop Ladd'!"

She was not merely playing mental whist. She was trying to keep from
worry. All the way she had heard of Blewett Pass; its fourteen miles of
climbing, and the last half mile of stern pitch. On this eastern side of
the pass, the new road was not open; there was a tortuous,
flint-scattered trail, too narrow, in most places, for the passing of
other cars. Claire was glad that Milt and Pinky were near her.

If so many of the race of kind advisers of tourists had not warned her
about it, doubtless she would have gone over the pass without
difficulty. But their voluntary croaking sapped her nerve, and her
father's. He kept worrying, "Do you think we better try it?" When they
stopped at a ranch house at the foot of the climb, for the night, he
seemed unusually tired. He complained of chill. He did not eat
breakfast. They started out silent, depressed.

He crouched in the corner of the seat. She looked at him and was
anxious. She stopped on the first level space on the pass, crying, "You
are perfectly miserable. I'm afraid of---- I think we ought to see a
doctor."

"Oh, I'll be all right."

But she waited till Milt came pit-pattering up the slope. "Father feels
rather sick. What shall I do? Turn round and drive to the nearest
doctor--at Cashmere, I suppose?"

"There's a magnolious medico ahead here on the pass," Pinky Parrott
interrupted. "A young thing, but they say he's a graduate of Harvard.
He's out here because he has so