She looked a goddess of the mountain tops, Jack thought.

He stood there staring up at her, just as he had stared down at her when she had stood looking into the lake.

Did she feel as he felt about the woods and mountains?
he wondered.

She seemed rather fond of staring and staring and saying nothing--and yet, he remembered, when she talked she gave no hint at all of any deep sense of the beauty of her surroundings.

When she talked she was just like other town girls he had known, a bit slangy, more than a bit self-possessed, and frivolous to the point of being flippant.