Sending word to Jerd to saddle Black Star and fetch him to the court, she then went to her room and changed to the riding-clothes she always donned when going into the sage.

In this male attire her mirror showed her a jaunty, handsome rider.

If she expected some little need of admiration from Lassiter, she had no cause for disappointment.

The gentle smile that she liked, which made of him another person, slowly overspread his face.
"If I didn't take you for a boy!" he exclaimed.

"It's powerful queer what difference clothes make.