epee look
like a marble-vestibuled apartment on Riverside Drive.

The whole thing looked pitiful, hungry. I thought of Tish sitting on a
stone inviting her soul, while rabbits came from miles round to stick
their heads through our nooses and hang themselves for our dinner; and
it seemed to me that we should share our plenty. I thought it probable
that the gentleman of the woods lived here, and from the appearance of
the place he carried all his possessions with him when he wore his
bathing-trunks. If I had been in any doubt, the sight of Aggie's wire
hairpin, sharpened and bent into a serviceable fishhook, decided me. I
scratched a message for him on another fungus and left it:--

If you need anything come to the Indian tepee at the lake. We have
no clothing to spare, but are always glad to help in time of trouble.

(Signed) ONE OF THE SIMPLE LIFERS.

I went on after that and about noon reached our point of exodus from the
wagon. I was tired and hot and I kept thinking of my little dining-room
at home, with the electric fan going, and iced cantaloupe, and nobody
worrying about her soul or thinking her own thoughts, and no rabbits.

Our suitcases were safe enough in the hollow tree, and I thought the
spring wagon had been back already, for there were fresh tracks. This
discouraged me and I sat down on a log to rest. It was then that I heard
the girl crying.

She was crying softly, but in the woods sounds travel. I found her on
her face on the pine needles about twenty yards away, wailing her heart
out into a pink automobile veil, and she was so absorbed in her misery
that I had to stoop and touch her before she looked up.

"Don't cry," I said. "If you are lost, I can direct you to a
settlement."

She looked up at me, and from being very red and suffused she went quite
pale. It seems that with my bare legs and sandals and my hair down,
which was Tish's idea for making it come in thick and not gray, and what
with my being sunburned and stained with berries, she thought I was a
wild woman. I realized what was wrong.

"Don't be alarmed," I said somewhat grimly. "I'm rational enough; if I
hop about instead of walking, it's because I'm the tomb of more rabbits
than I care to remember, but aside from that I'm all right. Are you
lost?"

She sat up, still staring, and wiped her eyes.

"No. I have a machine over there among the trees. Are there--are there
plenty of rabbits in the woods?"

"Thousands." She wa