e in the world, and I
probably know more about camping and fishing and the scientific why and
wherefore of all outdoors than most of them. I just naturally had such
a heavenly time with Daddy that it never has hurt my feelings to be left
out of any dance or party that ever was given. The one thing that has
hurt is the isolation. Since I lost Daddy I haven't anyone but Katy.
Sometimes, when I see a couple of nice, interesting girls visiting with
their heads together, a great feeling of envy wells up in my soul, and I
wish with all my heart that I had such a friend."

"Ever try to make one?" asked Donald. "There are mighty fine girls in
the high school."

"I have seen several that I thought I would like to be friends with,"
said Linda, "but I am so lacking in feminine graces that I haven't known
how to make advances, in the first place, and I haven't had the courage,
in the second."

"I wish my sister were not so much older than you," said Donald.

"How old is your sister?" inquired Linda.

"She will be twenty-three next birthday," said Donald; "and of all the
nice girls you ever saw, she is the queen."

"Yes," she assented, "I am sure I have heard your sister mentioned. But
didn't you tell me she had been reared for society?"

"No, I did not," said Donald emphatically. "I told you Mother j believed
in dressing her as the majority of other girls were dressed, but I
didn't say she had been reared for society. She has been reared with an
eye single to making a well-dressed, cultured, and gracious woman."

"I call that fine," said Linda. "Makes me envious of you. Now forget
everything except your eyes and tell me what you see. Have you ever been
here before?"

"I have been through a few times before, but seems to me I | never saw
it looking quite so pretty."

Linda drove carefully, but presently Donald uttered an exclamation as
she swerved from the road and started down what appeared to be quite a
steep embankment and headed straight for the stream.

"Sit tight," she said tersely. "The Bear Cat just loves its cave. It
knows where it is going."

She broke through a group of young willows and ran the car! into a tiny
plateau, walled in a circle by the sheer sides of the! canyon reaching
upward almost out of sight, topped with great jagged overhanging
boulders. Crowded to one side, she stopped the car and sat quietly,
smiling at Donald Whiting.

"How about it?" she asked in a low voice.

The boy looked around