"And as for what she is doing, it's probable that every high-school girl in Los Angeles has a botanical collection to make before she graduates." "I see!" said the man driving.

"She is only a high-school kid, but did you notice that she is going to make an extremely attractive young woman ?" "Yes, I noticed just that; I noticed it very particularly," answered the younger man.

"And I noticed also that she either doesn't know it, or doesn't give a flip." Linda collected her belongings, straightened her hair and clothing, and, with her knapsack in place, and leaning rather on heavily on her walking stick, made her way down the road to the abutment of a small rustic bridge where she stopped to rest.

The stream at her feet was noisy and icy cold.

It rushed through narrow defiles in the rock, beat itself to foam against the faces a of the big stones, fell over jutting cliffs, spread in whispering pools, wound back and forth across the road at its will, singing every foot of its downward way and watering beds of crisp, cool miners' lettuce, great ferns, and heliotrope, climbing clematis, soil and blue-eyed grass.