"Look out! You're stepping on them!" she cried, excitedly, and for the next ten minutes they wandered about with eyes bent on the earth in fascinated absorption. Van Mater at last straightened up with such a thrill of satisfaction as he had not experienced since boyhood.
"My pail's full," he called, seating himself on one of the projecting bowlders.
"So come and show me where to pick the beefsteaks."
She pointed upward. Where the hill humped itself against the sky the blurred figure of a cow was visible.
Van Mater tried again.
"You might come and rest," he coaxed, pointing to another bowlder that cropped out in friendly nearness to his own. With a last lingering scrutiny of the ground about, she came, seating herself beside him.
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