Hin seemed determined to bubble over, but when she glanced at the angular, business-like Mrs. Enterprise Twiggly, the new school-teacher knew that laughter would be greatly misunderstood, and so she managed to remark meekly, "I am sure that this will be a very pleasant apartment, --that is, I mean, shack." She looked about the large square room, wondering where she was to sleep. Mrs. Twiggly surmised as much, and, as soon as the men were gone, she said rather disparagingly: "The last teacher we had was the new-fangled kind from down Los Angeles way, and nothing would do but she had to have what she called a screen-porch bedroom built, and bein' as she paid for it herself, the board couldn't keep her from doin' it. Too, she was set on havin' it on the offside from the inn, which seemed queer to me. You'd have thought she'd built it next to where folks was, but she said she liked to feel that she was 'way off by herself in the mountains. Howsomever, she always kept a loaded six-shooter handy in t