"Seymour. He'll be in, in a day or two, to look the matter up. That young orange grove of yours took his hard head by storm. He didn't do a thing yesterday but roll those navels that Amy gave him, in his fist, all the way down. He would have rubbed them under his nose if he hadn't been afraid to trust his teeth. As it was, he kept smelling of his fingers. Didn't say a word!" Winston laughed. "It makes us feel good, doesn't it, Elijah?"
A few days later, they were again in Winston's office, awaiting the coming of Seymour.
Winston turned to Elijah.
"You remember Helen Lonsdale?"
"Yes, what about her?" Elijah looked up questioningly.
"What did you make out of her?"
"She appeared to be a very able young woman."
"You don't think she would get stampeded very easily, do you?"
"I hardly think so." Elijah smiled. "She gave me some very telling reasons for keeping out of Ysleta lots."
"And you gave her some pretty convincing reasons for thinking that orange trees on a hillside would grow better crops than corner stakes on a sand dune."