Lorry sat for a moment looking down at her. There had been no make-believe on her part when he held her in his arms. He knew that. And now? She had said that she hated him. Perhaps she did for having made her do that which she had never dreamed of doing. But he told himself that he could stand a whole lot of that kind of hate. And did he really care for her? Could a girl give what she had given and forget on the morrow? He would never forget. She had told herself that he should have reason to remember her. After he had gone she stood gazing across the starlit mesa. She heard Lorry whistling cheerily as he unsaddled his pony. A falling star flamed and faded across the night. CHAPTER XXXI _In the Pines_ Alice Weston pleaded headache next morning. She did not get up until noon. Meanwhile Dorothy came, bringing hot coffee and toast. "Does it really hurt?" queried Dorothy. "Or is it one of those headaches that is always going to hurt, but never does?" Alice smiled and sipped her coffee. "Oh, it's not bad. I want to rest. Perhaps it's the altitude." "Perhaps," said Dorothy. "I'm sorry, Alice." They chatted awhile. Suddenly Alice thought of the letters Lorry had given her. She had carried them to her room, and had forgotten them. "Mr. Adams left some mail with me last night. I happened to be outside when he rode past." "Why, I thought he had gone!" "He said he had to go to Jason for something or other. He left early this morning, I think." Dorothy glanced at the mail. "All for daddy--except this circular. H'm! 'Intelligent clothing for Intelligent People.' Isn't that awful? How in the world do such firms get one's address when one lives 'way up here in the sky. Do you ever get advertisements like this?" "Oh, yes; heaps of them." "Well, _your_ gowns are beautiful," sighed Dorothy. "You are a darling," said Alice, caressing Dorothy's cheek. "So are you, dear." And Dorothy kissed her. "And you coaxed Lorry to come to dinner, after all! I don't know what made him so grumpy, though. I would have been sorry if he hadn't come to dinner, even if he was grumpy." "Do you like him?" queried Alice. "Of course; he has been so nice to us. Don't you?" Alice's lips trembled. Suddenly she hid her face in her hands and burst into tears. "Why, Alice, what _is_ the matter?" "Nothing," she sobbed. "I'm just tired--of everything." "It must be the altitude," said Dorothy gravely. "Father says it does make some persons nervous. Just rest, Allie, and I'll come in again." Without telling her father anything further than that she was going for a ride, Dorothy saddled Chinook. Dorothy was exceedingly trustful, but she was not at all stupid. She thought she understood Alice's headache. And while Dorothy did not dream that her friend cared anything for Lorry, she was not so sure that Lorry did not care for Alice. Perhaps he had said something to her. Perhaps they had become rather well acquainted in Stacey last summer.