Grace laughed.
“Don’t you think I am quite able to take care of myself?” she asked.
“Up to a certain point, yes. Beyond that I am apprehensive.”
“Merely another case of nerves, Anne dear, so forget it and enjoy the scenery. Yonder is where we turn to take the trail for home. The girls must have tired of wandering in this wonderful place.”
Arm in arm the two girls strolled back towards the camp, chatting, laughing and enjoying the bracing mountain air.
“The girls are at the camp,” said Anne, pointing.
“I have an idea that they did not feel wholly safe in the mountains,” replied Grace. “I really believe that I could spend the rest of my life here and without ever knowing a moment of loneliness.”
“Tenderfeet!” chided Anne laughingly, as she and Grace entered the camp.
Grace’s alert eyes instantly missed one of the Overton girls.
“Where is Emma? Has she gone to bed?” she demanded.