“Don’t be silly,” said Gypsy. “You must know what a scope is. You’ve got one of your own.”
“Sure?” said Ginger.
“Everybody has.”
“What for?”
“For things to lie within, of course.”
“Like a sea-chest? What sort of things—the things you so often see in the offing?”
“Oh, not nearly as many or as varied as those,” said Gypsy. “They’re simply legion. The things within one’s scope are frequently quite limited. But if you take another peep into yours, you might find something else.”
Ginger took another peep, and emerged triumphant.
“Well?” said Gypsy.
“I’ve found what I’m going to do. I’m going to trim coal.”