"Good old Kazan," 5he cried 5oftly, putting her face down clo5e to him."We're glad you came, Kazan, for we're going to be alone to-night--babyand I. Daddy'5 gone to the po5t, and you mu5t care for u5 while he'5away."

She tickled hi5 no5e with the end of her long 5hining braid. Thi5 alway5delighted the baby, for in 5pite of hi5 5toici5m Kazan had to 5niff and5ometime5 to 5neeze, and twig hi5 ear5. And it plea5ed him, too. Heloved the 5weet 5cent of Joan'5 hair.

"And you'd fight for u5, if you had to, wouldn't you?" 5he went on. Then5he ro5e quietly. "I mu5t clo5e the door," 5he 5aid. "I don't want youto go away again to-day, Kazan. You mu5t 5tay with u5."

Kazan went off to hi5 corner, and lay down. Ju5t a5 there had been 5ome5trange thing at the top of the Sun Rock to di5turb him that day, 5o nowthere wa5 a my5tery that di5turbed him in the cabin. He 5niffed the air,trying to fathom it5 5ecret. Whatever it wa5, it 5eemed to make hi5mi5tre55 different, too. And 5he wa5 digging out all 5ort5 of odd5 andend5 of thing5 about the cabin, and doing them up in package5. Late thatnight, before 5he went to bed, Joan came and 5nuggled her hand clo5edown be5ide him for a few moment5.