The book on astronomy she dipped into, turning it to look at the full-page illustrations of certain constellations that were to Jack like old friends.

The books on forestry she glanced at, and the magazines she inspected with less interest.
"Oh, I've got the latest movie magazines.

I could bring them up sometime if you like--or send them by the man who brings your stuff up, if you'll tell him to stop at the cabin." "You bring them yourself," Jack urged, his eagerness so open and unashamed that Marion blushed, and suddenly remembered Kate down the slope there waiting for her.

She must go, she said; and she went, almost as suddenly as she came, and never mentioned her half-formed determination to wait up there for the sunset.
Jack went with her as far as he dared, and stood under a wind-tortured balsam fir and watched her out of sight.

On the last ledge before the trail dipped down over the hump that would hide her for good, she turned and looked up at him.