Jane pushed past him and laid the clothes on the kitchen table. She straightened and pushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. "Three hundred head. That's quite a few. What are they worth apiece, Dan?"
"Around two hundred and fifty dollars probably."
"And with all that money old Sam can't give you a little raise. I think it's a sin."
"It isn't clear money, hon. Not by any means."
"All the same—"
Dan caught her as she tried to pass and kissed her. She responded after a fashion but when it was over it was over. "I've got to get the potatoes on. You go sit on the front porch, I'll call you."
"Where's Biddy?"
Jane stopped with a gesture of frustration as though this was something she'd forgotten. "Oh, that child! I sent her to her room, Dan."
"To her room? Why?"
"I just had to. We've got to do something about that imagination of hers. She can't separate reality from fantasy anymore."