"Come, now, don't call her a woman!"
"Yes, she is. Think of the aprons! And she is so tidy."
"That's not just a woman's virtue."
"Maybe not. I'm not sure. But I've a feeling that it was Eve who first discovered dust."
"Very bad job if she did. Think of all the bother we've been going through ever since."
"There!" Sheila triumphed. "To you it's just bother. You're a man. To me it's a form of sport…. I wonder what Miss Blake's story is."
"You mean—?" He turned in his saddle to stare wonderingly at her. "You don't know?"
"No." Sheila blushed confusedly. "I—I don't know anything about her—"
"Good Lord!" He whistled softly. "Sometimes those ventures turn out all right." He looked dubious. "I'm glad I'm here!"
Sheila's smile slipped sweetly across her mouth and eyes. "So am I. But," she added after a thoughtful moment, "I don't know much about your story either, do I?"