"I have a mental inventory of all the pencils and knives and trowels I must find.

You might overlook the most important part of my paraphernalia; and really I am not damaged.

I'm merely hurt.

Good-bye!" Linda started back up the side of the canyon, leaving the young men to enter their car and drive away.

For a minute both of them stood watching her.
"What will girls be wearing and doing next ?" asked the elder of the two as he started his car.
"What would you have a girl wear when she is occupied with coasting down canyons ?" said his friend.