hich I have discovered!"

Wanda smiled brightly at her over the top of a new picture, pleased
with her mother's interest no less than with the print in her hands.

"What is it, mamma?"

"I am not going to tell you yet. But to-morrow when we go out for the
oriole's nest, I am going to take your old kodak!"

As they rode the five or six miles to the spot where they were to do
the morning's "hunting" Wanda wondered what it was she had missed that
her mother had noticed. But she promptly forgot about it when she
climbed the great pine which, for her mother's purpose, was so happily
situated close to a cliff. She noted with a bright nod of approval as
she edged far out upon a horizontal limb that her mother had made her
own way up to the cliff top. Long she waited that morning, patient and
happy and still, her camera set in front of her, before she got the
exposure she wanted. And she did not hear the other click of the other
machine, did not know that her mother had been as patient and as
contented waiting to get the picture she wanted of Wanda as Wanda had
been in snapping the bird and the nest and the young, hungry mouths at
the threshold.

That afternoon they developed and printed, each her own pictures. And
when Mrs. Leland had finished she showed Wanda what she had done.
There was the picture of Wanda, far out upon the great limb, eager and
watchful, her camera ready, the oriole's nest swinging before her, the
mother bird just dropping down to it. And below and beyond were the
ground, looking immeasurably distant, the fir and pine branches, the
forest of trees.

"You see, Wanda, what you have overlooked?" Mrs. Leland's eyes were
unusually bright. "You have dozens of pictures that are wonderful,
pictures that you strove for for weeks, months at a time! One looks at
your picture and sees that it is wonderful, but does not understand how
wonderful. You cling to a branch or a tree trunk or the side of a
cliff, fifty or a hundred and fifty feet of space below you, and take
your picture. People look at the picture and do not see that the
wonderful thing, the interesting thing, is how you got it!"

"But . . ." began Wanda.

"But," Mrs. Leland laughed happily, "just listen to me a moment, miss.
You are going on with your pictures and I am going to follow you very
humbly and take other pictures to show how you get them. We'll send
both sets to your magazines and you'll see if mine aren't snapped up
just as