“Why don’t you two write?”
“Write?”
“Us?”
“Just as we are, without one”—
“Flea—I know. No. Don’t be silly. I’m perfectly serious. I mean it. Why don’t you write things—both of you. I thought of it this morning.”
Both girls sat thoughtful. It was evident that the idea was not altogether unfamiliar to them.
“Someone kept telling me the other day I ought to write and it suddenly struck me that if anyone ought it’s you two. Why don’t you Mag?”
“Why should I? Have I not already enough on my fair young shoulders?”
“Jan, why don’t you?”