“No, I didn’t. I never ask advice. When I do, it’s only to do the other thing. But you might have offered it just the same.”
“I might have, if I knew you wouldn’t have followed it.”
“No,” reflectively. “I think I’d have done what you said. I like you immensely, you know, Nellie. You’re a good sort—besides being everything I’m not.”
“Meaning—what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You’re all woman, for one thing.”
“I have had two children,” smiled the other toward the ceiling. “I could hardly be anything else.”
“Is that it?” asked the visitor; and then after a pause, “I don’t like children.”
“Not other people’s. You’d adore your own.”
“I wonder.”