AT WARE'S WIGWAM In order that Lloyd's invitation to her own house-party might reach her on her birthday, it had not been mailed until several days after the others.

So it happened that the same morning on which she slipped across the hall in her kimono, to share her first rapturous delight with Kitty, Joyce Ware's letter reached the end of its journey.
The postman on the first rural delivery route out of Phoenix jogged along in his cart toward Ware's Wigwam.

He had left the highway and was following the wheel-tracks which led across the desert to Camelback Mountain.

The horse dropped into a plodding walk as the wheels began pulling heavily through the sand, and the postman yawned.

This stretch of road through the cactus and sage-brush was the worst part of his daily trip.