e been
created for her alone.

A sudden sound in the underbrush startled Phyllis. She clutched her
rifle and brought it to position. There was no further movement.

"I ought not to have come so deep into the woods alone," she thought.
"I believe I am beginning to suppose that we are living in the Garden
of Eden, and that there is no one alive in the world except Miss Jenny
Ann and we four girls."

Phil moved on. Something stirred again. Phil felt her gaze drawn by a
pair of big, soft, brown eyes that surveyed her with a fixed stare of
horror. It was a wistful, penetrating gaze. Phil had never seen
anything like it before.

"Who's there?" called Phil. There was no answer, and no movement in the
underbrush. Phil moved cautiously toward the pair of eyes, that never
ceased to stare at her. Still the figure back of them made no movement.

The underbrush was so thick that Phyllis could not possibly see what
she was approaching. When she was within a short distance of it the
little creature collapsed and dropped with a soft flop on the ground at
her feet. It was a tiny baby fawn.

"You poor, pretty thing!" exclaimed Phil impulsively, stooping to look
more closely at the fawn, which was shivering with terror and hunger.
Then Phil, in spite of her lately acquired skill with the rifle, looked
fearfully about her.

The girls in their long rambles through the woods had observed several
times, from afar, the antlers of a red deer, with her hind grazing
quietly beside her. They had never gone near enough to be in any
danger. And they had seen no other animals in the woods in the daytime
except the wild hare and the squirrels. Only at night the screech of
the wildcats in the forests had penetrated behind the closed doors of
their sleeping lodge.

Phyllis knew that a deer will seldom risk an attack, but that it will
make a tremendous fight in defence of its young. Phil had no idea of
being sacrificed, so she edged carefully away, gazing in every
direction through the trees. There was no sign of any other deer.

By some chance the mother deer must have wandered off in the forest
after food and died. Nothing else could have made her leave her fawn
long enough to cause it so nearly to perish from cold and hunger.

What could Phil do? She was afraid to pick the fawn up for fear she had
been mistaken in her surmise. Yet it seemed too cruel to leave the
beautiful little creature to perish. If Phil wished to save it, how
could sh