I could not but admit that there was something incongruous in the supposition that she was the author of those metrical laments.
"Your cañon is very fine," said John, lifting his hat in chivalrous style.
"I am glad to see that you acknowledge my ownership," she responded, gaily. "I took formal possession here long ago."
"It is good of you to admit the general public," said I.
"It is only the initiated who ever really get in," she replied. "But those who are kept out do not know it."
"I wonder whether we are in?" John queried.
"At least you know it if you are not!"
"Oh! Brunt's in, fast enough," said I. "You can see that at a glance. But seriously, Miss Lamb, this is mighty fine. Can we go any farther?"
"Won't you let me go ahead?" John begged, as we put our horses in motion. "There were some places back there
