There is more melody in the birds' song.

We are going to have a better time than we had last Saturday.

First let's fix up our old furnace, because we must have a fire today." So they left the car, and under Linda's direction they reconstructed the old fireplace at which the girl and her father had cooked when botanizing in Multiflores.

In a corner secluded from wind, using the wall of the canyon for a back wall, big boulders the right distance apart on each side, and small stones for chinking, Linda superintended the rebuilding of the fireplace.
She unpacked the lunch box, set the table, and when she had everything in readiness she covered the table, and taking a package, she carried it on a couple of aluminium pie pans to where her fire was burning crisply.
With a small field axe she chopped a couple of small green branches, pointed them to her liking, and peeled them.

Then she made a poker from one of the saplings they had used to move the rocks, and beat down her fire until she had a bright bed of deep coals.