“They’re too absolutely pig-headed and silly....”
“Isn’t she intolerant?”
Miriam sat flaring. That was not the right answer. There was something; and they must know it; but they would not admit it.
“Then you can both really ride?”
“We do nothing else; we’ve given up walking; we no longer walk up and downstairs; we ride.”
Miriam laughed her delight. “I can quite understand; it alters everything. I realised that this afternoon at the school. To be able to bicycle would make life utterly different; on a bicycle you feel a different person; nothing can come near you, you forget who you are. Aren’t you glad you are alive to-day, when all these things are happening?”
“What things little one?”
“Well cycling and things. You know girls when I’m thirty I’m going to cut my hair short and wear divided skirts.”
Both faces came up.
“Why on earth?”