Linda turned to him panting and laughing.
"I make that dash every time I come to the canyon, to keep my muscle up, but this is the first time I have had anyone to race with in a long time." Then together they slowly walked down the smooth black floor between the canyon walls.

As they crossed a small bridge Linda leaned over and looked down.
"Anyone at your house care about 'nose twister' ?" she asked lightly.
"Why, isn't that watercress ?" asked Donald.
"Sure it is," said Linda.

"Anyone at your house like it ?" "Every one of us," answered Donald.

"We're all batty about cress salad--and, say, that reminds me of something! If you know so much about this canyon and everything in it, is there any place in it where a fellow could find a plant, a kind of salad lettuce, that the Indians used to use ?" "Might be," said Linda carelessly.

"For why ?" "Haven't you heard of the big sensation that is being made in feminine circles by the new department in Everybody's Home ?" inquired Donald.
"Mother and Mary Louise were discussing it the other day at lunch, and they said that some of the recipes for dishes to be made from stuff the Indians used sounded delicious.