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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 *yes'." And then she 

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

 create a masterpiece, or evolve some labour-saving 



