Bo threw herself down upon the fragrant pine-needles and stretched herself languorously, like a lazy kitten.

There was something feline in her lithe, graceful outline.

She lay flat and looked up through the pines.
"Wouldn't it be great, now," she murmured, dreamily, half to herself, "if that Las Vegas cowboy would happen somehow to come, and then an earthquake would shut us up here in this Paradise valley so we'd never get out ?" "Bo! What would mother say to such talk as that ?" gasped Helen.
"But, Nell, wouldn't it be great ?" "It would be terrible." "Oh, there never was any romance in you, Nell Rayner," replied Bo.

"That very thing has actually happened out here in this wonderful country of wild places.

You need not tell me! Sure it's happened.