First, though, while I serve
luncheon you can be the hired man and bring in all your wood. I'm
perfectly willing to be cook but I refuse to get my wood any longer."

When he had completed his task he came to her. She had poured two tin
cups of coffee, sweetened and cooled with condensed milk, and upon a
clean piece of bark served her sandwiches. And they sat on the floor
upon heaped-up pine needles and she told him her plan.

There was an old spy glass at the Bar L-M, wasn't there? All right.
Then his first duty when he got back home would be to spend a patient
time locating with it her cedar and the cliffs back of it. To-morrow
morning, early, she would be here--no, no. Not in the cave nor even
upon the ledge outside; they must guard so carefully against their
secret being lost; but upon the big boulder at the top of the cliff.
She would have her field glasses. He could step out upon the front
porch at the Bar L-M, and if any of the boys were about he could
pretend to be looking idly at a herd of cows somewhere, or at a hawk or
at anything but at her. They could see each other quite distinctly.

"If it wasn't so far we could talk on our fingers!"

"Do I have to remind you again that this is my discovery, my invention?"

She tried so charmingly to be severe, and failed so delightfully that
he assured her he was going to put down his coffee cup and come over
and kiss her. But when she threatened that if he misbehaved she would
not stir out of the house again for a week he sighed and finished his
coffee and listened obediently.

"Suppose," she went on, "that you stood very still on your porch, both
hands holding your spyglass? That would mean one thing. Suppose you
leaned lazily against the door post? That would mean another. If you
came down the steps, if you took off your hat, if you put on your hat,
if you sat down on the bench, if you turned your back to me, if you
lifted both arms above your head as if you were yawning and stretching,
if you stooped to pick up something, if you stooped once, walked five
steps and stooped again--don't you see that even with your whole outfit
looking on we can say 'Good morning,' and 'Good night,' and anything
else we choose to say? Isn't it splendid?"

For an hour they worked on what Wayne termed the Wanda-code. She had a
pencil and tiny memorandum book and they made duplicate copies of their
code of signals as they worked them out. Thus:

_1. Standing straigh