"No; I can live without seeing the calf. I want to sit in the field with you."
"You are a caution! Come on then, but I can't stay long."
They climbed the gate, which she seemed to think a quicker mode of entrance than sending for the key, and sat in the field, from which Mr. Brill always declared you could see three counties. Perhaps you could; if so, they all looked exactly alike.
"It's quiet here, isn't it? I shan't have much more of it," she remarked.
"Oh, Gladys! Don't say you're going away!"
"Of course I am. Don't you know I'm going to be a manicure in Bond Street?"
"Bond Street? How revolting! Is that your ambition?"
"Why, I think it would be very nice. I must do something. Father's settled about it. First I'm going to pay to learn it, and then I shall earn quite a lot. It's a great [hairdresser's]."
"I think it's horrible, Gladys. Perhaps you'll fall in love with a German hairdresser, and be lost to me for ever."
"I shan't fall in love with no foreigners, don't you fret."