She could see her way--thanks to her father she had the material in her mind and the art in her finger tips--to materialize what she felt would be even more attractive in book form than anything her editor had been able to visualize from her material.

She knew herself, she knew her territory so minutely.

Frequently she smiled when she read statements in her botanies as to where plants and vegetables could be found.

She knew the high home of the rare and precious snow plant.

She knew the northern limit of the strawberry cactus.