"Well, yes," agreed Mr. Peters. "I reckon you might call it that."
"And then you can send her a copy of the paper, and follow it up in person."
"A good idea," commented Billy Magee.
"At first glance, yes," studied Peters. "But, on the other hand, it would be the death knell of my post-card business, and I'm calculating to go back to Baldpate next summer and take it up again. No, I'm afraid I can't let it be generally known that I've quit living in a shack on the mountain for love of somebody or other."
"Once more," smiled Magee, "big business muzzles the press."
"Not that I ain t obliged to you for the offer," added the hermit.
"Of course," said the girl, "I understand. And I wish you the best of luck—along with a merry Christmas."
"The same to you," replied the hermit heartily.
"Miss—er—Miss Rhodes and I will see you again," predicted Mr. Magee, "next summer at Baldpate Inn."
