“Not unless I want to be. We have to be alone sometimes, you know; if we weren’t we should never grow.”
“And you like being alone?”
“Yes. Up to a certain point it is the best thing for all of us, mother says.”
“Do you go to school, Sunbeam?”
“No. We never go till we are old enough.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“We never go till we are about fifteen.”
“And your boys, when do they go?”
“At the same age.”
“Don’t they get out of bounds and management by that time?” I asked.