The mighty pines stood up magnificent and stately.

The walls loomed high, shadowed under the shelves, gleaming in the sunlight, and they seemed dreaming, waiting, watching.

For what?
For her return to their serene fastnesses--to the little gray log cabin.

The thought stormed Carley's soul.
Vivid and intense shone the images before her shut eyes.

She saw the winding forest floor, green with grass and fern, colorful with flower and rock.