They had thought to see her growing farther and farther from the life of the hills; the life to which they felt that they must always belong.

But that was because Young Matt and Jim did not know the kind of education the girl was getting.
So Ollie had come back to his old home to measure things by his new standard; and he had come back, too, to be measured according to the old, old standard.

If the man's eyes were dimmed by the flash and sparkle that play upon the surface of life, the woman's vision was strong and clear to look into the still depths.
Later in the day, as they walked together up the Old Trail to Sammy's Lookout, the girl tried to show him some of the things that had been revealed to her in the past months.

But the young fellow could not follow where she led, and answered her always with some flippant remark, or with the superficial philosophy of his kind.
When he tried to turn the talk to their future, she skillfully defeated his purpose, or was silent; and when he would claim a lover's privileges, she held him off.

Upon his demanding a reason for her coldness, she answered, "Don't you see that everything is different now?
We must learn to know each other over again." "But you are my promised wife." "I promised to be the wife of a backwoodsman," she answered.