The Wonders of Nature with all Modern Improvements

When she paused for water to cool the boiling radiator, the bug panted
up, and with the first grin she had seen on his face since Dakota Milt
chuckled, "The Teal is a grand car for mountains. Aside from
overheating, bum lights, thin upholstery, faulty ignition, tissue-paper
brake-bands, and this-here special aviation engine, specially built for
a bumble-bee, it's what the catalogues call a powerful brute!"

Claire and her father stayed at the chain of hotels through the Park.
Milt was always near them, but not at the hotels. He patronized one of
the chains of permanent camps.

The Boltwoods invited him to dinner at one hotel, but he refused and---* * * * * Because he was afraid that Claire would find him intrusive, Milt was
grave in her presence. He couldn't respond either to her enthusiasm
about canyon and colored pool--or to her rage about the tourists who,
she alleged, preferred freak museum pieces to plain beauty; who never
admired a view unless it was labeled by a signpost and megaphoned by a
guide as something they ought to admire--and tell the Folks Back Home
about.

When she tried to express this social rage to Milt he merely answered
uneasily, "Yes, I guess there's something to that."

She was, he pondered, so darn particular. How could he ever figure out
what he ought to do? No thanks; much obliged, but guessed he'd better
not accept her invitation to dinner. Darn sorry couldn't come but----
Had promised a fellow down at the camp to have chow with him.