"It looks as though it meant rain, to me," replied Lydia, shortly.
Willis gave a little gasp. "Oh! I beg your pardon!"
His chagrin made Lydia ashamed of herself. "I don't see why you should be so shocked at my trying to learn something useful," she said.
"Oh, but I'm not! Nothing that you could do would shock me! You've got a good reason, for you're the most sensible girl I ever met. And that's what I'm keen about, the reason."
"The reason?" Lydia stared at the dripping woodland through which they were making their way. "I'm not just sure I had a reason. I don't want to teach. I do love farming. I don't see why a woman can't learn dairy work as well as a man."
"You're the only girl doing it, aren't you?"
"Yes, but what difference does that make? The boys are fine to me."
"I don't know that that surprises me any," Willis smiled down at the pink profile at his shoulder. "Well, and then what?"
"Then a dairy farm, if Dad and I can rent the makings of one."
"But you have plenty of land, haven't you? Levine left all his property to you, I understand."