"What do you mean?"
"As if I needed to tell you." Her lips were scornful at the limitations Elijah had put upon her. A smile softened the scorn and left a doubt as to which emotion was dominant. "You know that oranges on a hillside with southwestern exposure will do better than in an unprotected river bottom."
Elijah looked up fiercely.
"Has Ralph been talking?"
"No; but you have."
"I never said anything of the kind to you."
"I'm not a phonograph."
"You've no right to make use of information that you get from a confidential position." Elijah's voice was decided. There was a startled look on his face that he could not keep from being anxious.
"Not even to make myself more useful?"
Elijah did not commit himself to words. His eyes were expectant. Helen continued, pointing to the map.