There's a short way back to camp by the old loggers' trail." Grace said nothing.

She thought Barbara's carelessness was forced; Barbara was sometimes moody.

Perhaps she felt Shillito's going more than she was willing to own.

For all that, the fellow was gone, and Barbara would, no doubt, presently be consoled.
"If mother could see things!" Barbara resumed.

"Sometimes one feels one wants a guide, but all one gets is a ridiculous platitude from her old-fashioned code.