When she had reached the security of the hollow tree and had pulled the curtain of bark before the narrow opening, with her eye to the interstices, she waited his coming.

He arrived breathlessly in the open space before the tree where the bear once lay; the dazed, bewildered, and half awed expression of his face, as he glanced around him and through the openings of the forest aisles, brought a faint smile to her saddened face.

At last he called in a half embarrassed voice: "Miss Nellie!" The smile faded from Teresa's cheek.

Who was "Miss Nellie"?
She pressed her ear to the opening.

"Miss Wynn!" the voice again called, but was lost in the echoless woods.