The young girls in the house began to acknowledge her as a natural leader, the boyish young fellows to adore her, and the maturer men to discover that she could hold her own with them in conversation, while another class learned, to their chagrin, that she would not flirt.

For every walking expedition started she was ready with her alpenstock, and the experts in the bowling alley found a strong, supple competitor, with eye and hand equally true.

Graydon, as far as his preoccupation permitted, saw all this with renewed perplexity.

She now appeared to him as a beautiful, vigorous girl, with healthful instincts and a large appetite for enjoyment.
Wednesday morning was cool and cloudy, and a large party was forming to climb to Spy Rock.

Graydon was longing for more activity, and since the day was so propitious, Miss Wildmere consented to go.