“It must be dull for you living out here,” he remarked pleasantly.
“Oh, no,” she answered smiling, “there is plenty of work to do on the farm.”
He liked that spirit and understood it.
“I know. When one is working time flies, doesn’t it? But there are occasional dull hours in the evenings I find.”
“What do you do then?” she asked.
“Oh, study a bit and read the newspaper when I have one, and write home sometimes—and think a lot.”
“What do you think about?” pursued Chrissie.
“Oh, I don’t know—work, and my people at home, there’s always something.”
He examined her with a shade more interest. She was not so draggy after all, this Dutch girl. Certainly he had known them duller.
“What do you think about?” he asked with a quizzical smile.