She put Sarchedon to a run up the hard, wind-swept sand, and reached the camp before Slone had climbed down from his perch.
Lucy dismounted reluctantly.

What would he say about the riding-habit that she wore?
She felt very curious to learn, and shyer than ever before, and altogether different.

The skirt made her more of a girl, it seemed.
"Hello, Lin!" she called.

There was nothing in her usual greeting to betray the state of her mind.
"Good mornin'-- Lucy," he replied, very slowly.

He was looking at her, she thought, with different eyes.