"Our paths don't lie in the same direc-
but we hope they often will in future.
As to the dance, it will be a piazza affair,@
the evening is fine--the festive wind-of
an exciting day, our White Birch
mniversary which we celebrate with rites
ind symbolic dancing, in honor of our
patron, our woodland lady, the leafing
birch tree."

"How lovely; per-fect-ly love-ly!" flowed
from the visitors, both, in a silvery ripple.

"Well! how about your spending a
few days in camp with us then--at our
camp on the Bowl--if your elders are
willing?" went on the gracious grown-up
woman, with warmth as golden as the
sunburst on her breast. "We'll let Pem-rose
Lorry plant the tallest birch sapling
in honor of the Thunder Bird. Long--long
before it's a full-grown tree, let us
hope, the Bird will have made its great
migration, crossing, not a continent, but
And now, dears, au revoir! to
meet again at Snowbird Cave."

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