There was nothing of the singer about her now, nor of the filmy-clad barefooted dancer; the jagged edge of old Pinal would permit of nothing so effeminate. Yet, over the rocks as on the smooth trails, she had a grace that was all her own, for those hillsides had been her home. "Well, how's the millionaire?" she inquired with a smile that made his fond heart miss a beat. "Is this the way you do it?