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"But, oh! for goodness sake! let's get
away from here," she cried wildly; "over
to the other side of the Pinnacle, anywhere--anywhere--so
that we won't see
him again, before his strutting over what
he's done, makes me--makes me--"

"Yes--it's pretty on the other side
of the hill, easy climbing, much smoother--green
and spring-like," assented Una
soothingly, pouring balm. "It's all
covered with young pine trees and just
a few, very few, tall silvery birches. Not
rough and rocky as it is this side!" glancing
shiveringly down the precipice.

"Not another Deev's Chair in sight,
I'll be hoping--fegs!" muttered Andrew,
picking up a basket which he
had carried from the automobile up the
low mountainside, and in the late emergency
had set down.

It contained cocoa, sandwiches, fruit
and other toothsome dainties for a picnic
supper.

"We have permission to make a fire,
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