"He is just stabled here."
"But I don't see why you won't bet if you think the horse has a good chance."
"Because I can't afford to lose."
"But that makes it all the more exciting."
"It makes it all the more foolish," Angus told her grimly. "It is all very well for you; you people can afford to play with money."
"How do you know we can?"
"Well, I've always heard so."
"And therefore it must be so." She switched the grass, looking down. "Well, whether it is or not, we're born gamblers—the whole family. Perhaps we can't help it. But sometimes—sometimes I wish it were different. I wish the boys would work as you work; and—and that I were a home girl with a nice big brother."
"You have enough big brothers," Angus told her. "I think myself it would do them no harm to work, but it is none of my business. I did not mean to seem curious about your affairs. Anyway, some day you will be marrying and leaving them."
"Perhaps," she admitted. "The chief end of—woman! Oh, I suppose so—some day. Well?"