DEVELOPMENT OF A WOMAN GUIDE 265 



front of the house is a garden of a few acres. Just 

 outside her window is a table for birds. Chicka- 

 dees and camp-birds were the only callers while I 

 watched. Occasionally wild mountain sheep and 

 deer confidingly follow an old game trail near the 

 cabin. 



The cabin in which she lived alone was called 

 " Keewaydin," the Indian name for the North- 

 west or home wind. She drew the plans for 

 it and helped to build it; designed her furniture 

 and made a number of the pieces. 



Any one with a nose for news would have seen 

 a story in the life of this young woman. When 

 I called to get the story there was more reserve 

 than I expected to find in an art-school graduate. 



"I understand that you helped shingle your 

 house/' I said, hoping to start her talking con- 

 cerning building craft. 



She smiled and answered: "Yes, the report was 

 out that I shingled as fast as a man, and if it is still 

 circulating it may be faster now!" 



Knowing that friends had accused her of loaf- 

 ing — "of wasting her best years homesteading," I 

 asked: "Have you read Stevenson's ' Apology for 

 Idlers?'" 



Instantly she flashed up, but with face melting 

 into a smile, replied: "If you really have absorbed 

 it and appreciate it, I'll say c y es '-" And then she 

 added: "But it is not necessary to write a book, 

 create a masterpiece, or evolve some labour-saving 



