He seems to have a natural artistic gift." She bent on his averted head a wondering glance, and she reflected that often this "hustler" must be misunderstood.
"You have aroused in me quite a curiosity to meet this paragon of a brother," she remarked.

"He must be well-nigh perfection." "He is," replied Sam instantly, turning to her very earnest eyes.

"He hasn't a flaw in him any place." She smiled musingly as she surveyed the group of branches she held in her hand.
"It is a pity these leaves will wither in so short a time," she said.
"Yes," he admitted; "but even if we have to throw them away before we get back to the hotel, their beauty will give us pleasure for an hour; and the tree won't miss them.

See, it seems as perfect as ever." "It wouldn't if everybody took the same liberties with it that you did," she remarked, glancing back at the tree.
Sam had climbed in the car and had slammed the door shut, but any reply he might have made was prevented by a hail from the woods above them at the other side of the road, and a man came scrambling down from the hillside path.
"Why, it's Mr.Princeman!" exclaimed the girl in pleased surprise.
"Think of finding you wandering about, all alone in the woods here." "I wasn't wandering about," he protested as he came up to the machine and shook hands with Miss Josephine.

"I was headed directly for Hollis Creek Inn.