“Yes,” smiled Hard, “you would feel that way, of course.”
“Money getting isn’t such an ugly business, Henry, when you risk something. It puts a bit of romance into the thing. I think I rather despise people who make money just by sitting in an office and guessing right.”
“Clara, how old are you? Sixteen?”
“I don’t mind telling you that I’m older than I look, and it’s a wonder to me after the hard knocks I’ve had. Well, do you think you can hobble back to Soria’s?”
“Let’s wait a little longer. I could wish it a little cooler.”
“If you’d wear a sombrero instead of that white thing——”
“Can’t. I’m not built for a sombrero. Makes me look like the villain in a show.”
Clara burst into laughter.
“Henry,” she said, “what an absurd world this is once a human being cuts loose from his original moorings!”
“Yes? It’s an almighty hot world when he cuts loose from a roof and an ice-water tank, I’ve noticed.”