"I notice it keeps me occupied," Miss Jean retorted, still more irritated by this profound observation.
"I mean one gets tired of doing nothing."
"Then why doesn't one do something?" she snapped.
Chetwood regarded her whimsically. "I'm afraid you mean me."
"Well," said Miss Jean, "I would like to see you busy at something, instead of looking so blessed cool and—and lazy."
"Oh, I say!"
"A man who doesn't work in this country," Jean stated severely, "is out of place."
"But a man who is out of a place doesn't work, does he?"
"I'm not joking," Miss Jean said with dignity. "I believe in work for everybody."
"So do I. Admire it immensely, I assure you."