“And like a poet though you don’t know it.”
“You feel like a sprite you are so light, and you feel so strong and capable and so broadshouldered you could knock down a policeman. Jan and I knocked down several last night.”
“Yes; and it is not only that; think of never having to brush your skirt.”
“I know. It would be bliss.”
“I spend half my life brushing my skirt. If I miss a day I notice it—if I miss two days the office notices it. If I miss three days the public notices it.”
“La vie est dure; pour les femmes.”
“You don’t want to be a man Jan.”
“Oh I do, sometimes. They have the best of everything all round.”
“I don’t. I wouldn’t be a man for anything. I wouldn’t have a man’s—consciousness, for anything.”
“Why not asthore?”