ransformed by magic from a fashionable lady in street attire to a
girl ready for the woods," was his comment. "I'm glad you leave off the
hat--I'll match you by doffing the cap. Now aren't we a pair? Are you in
for a rush up that first slope? Jove, I'm not half so tired as I was an
hour ago, already!"

He caught her hand in his, his other arm through the hamper handle, and
ran with her up the slope. At the edge of the steeper climb to come they
stopped, breathing fast. "This isn't the way to begin, of course,"
he admitted as they both regained their breath, laughing at their
own enthusiasm, "but I couldn't resist that dash--a sort of dash for
freedom. Now we'll take it more easily."

They worked their way up and up among the rocks, he always in advance,
reaching down a muscular right arm to help her at the steeper places,
and once giving her a knee to step on when progress could be made only
up the straight face of a big boulder. It was undoubtedly a stiff climb
for a woman, but she showed no signs of flinching, and though her cheeks
glowed richly and her wavy black locks were a trifle loosened from their
usual order when at last she set foot upon the plateau at the top, she
showed only the temporary fatigue to be expected after such unusual
exertion.

"That makes the blood course through one's arteries in a way worth
while," was his comment as he regarded with satisfaction the splendid
colour in her checks and the sparkle in her eyes. "Talk about rest!
That's the way to get it! Burn up the products of fatigue, replace them
with fresh cells full of oxygen, and you get rejuvenation. Look at that
stretch of country before us! Isn't that worth the climb?"

"It's glorious! I've often looked at this height as our car drove by
on the road over there, and wanted to climb it. But Martha and Jim are
always for reeling off miles, and so, I thought, were you. I imagined
there was nobody but myself to care for this."

"And I thought you liked the porch and the pretty clothes you wear there
better than anything I could show you in the open," he owned with a
laugh. "Not that I haven't enjoyed that porch and the sight of the
clothes--they don't seem to be just like Martha's and Winifred's
somehow, though I can't tell why! I've wanted to ask you off for a trip
like this, but never was sure you'd enjoy it. I'm glad I've found out. I
feel as if I'd wasted the summer."

He fell to gathering wood for his fire, and when she had regain