'Oh,' said Borrodaile, with an unconscious arrogance, 'Sophia doesn't wait to be talked to. She takes her own line. Politics are a tradition with our women. I found her reading the parliamentary debates when she was fourteen.'
'And your boys, are they equally——?'
He sighed. 'The world has got very topsy-turvy. All my girls are boys—and all my boys are girls.'
'Well, Sophia can take care of the Country Club! I remember how we scoffed when she organized it.'
'It's had precisely the effect I expected. Takes her away from her own home, where she ought to be——'
'Who wants her at home?'
Unblushingly he answered, 'I do.'
'Why, you're never there yourself.' He blinked. 'When you aren't in your garden you're——'
'Here?' he laughed.