“Good thing I met you'” Keith declared, and he looked as if he meant it. “You're probably lost, right now, and don't know it. Which way is home?”
Beatrice smiled a superior smile, and pointed.
“I thought so,” grinned Keith joyously. “You're pointing straight toward Claggett.”
“It doesn't matter,” said Beatrice, “since you know, and you're here. The important thing is to get to the top of that hill.”
“What for?” Keith questioned.
“Why, to be there!” Beatrice opened her big eyes at him. “That,” she declared whimsically, “is the top of the world, and it is mine. I found it. I want to go up there and look down.”
“It's an unmerciful climb,” Keith demurred hypocritically, to strengthen her resolution.
“All the better. I don't value what comes easily.”
“You won't see anything, except more hills.”
“I love hills—and more hills.”