The glow of prosperity warmed his manner toward the world.

He had a little money in the bank, he had his big car, he had the good will of a smiling world.
He could not walk half a block in any one of three or four towns but he was hailed with a "Hello, Bud!" in a welcoming tone.

More people knew him than Bud remembered well enough to call by name--which is the final proof of popularity the world over.
In that glowing mood he had met and married a girl who went into Big Basin with her mother and camped for three weeks.

The girl had taken frequent trips to Boulder Creek, and twice had gone on to San Jose, and she had made it a point to ride with the driver because she was crazy about cars.

So she said.