“Oh, how jolly!” declared Rosa. “They’re a set of spies.”
“You don’t mean that, Rosa,” defended Nancy. “Why should a girl, who happens to be a maid, in any way be inferior—”
“Because she’s a maid,” insisted Rosa.
“But if you had to work, for instance, what would you be?”
“I’d run a beauty parlor,” declared Rosa, thus betraying anxiety concerning her own personal appearance. “What would you do?” she countered.
“Well,” Nancy hesitated, “you know I’ve always declared I hated housework. In fact, I suppose I don’t really love it now, but last summer we had a cooking class at our little cottage, and really, Rosa, you have no idea how much fun there is in learning things with a lot of jolly girls.”
“I’d rather boys,” said contrary Rosa, “I’d like to learn to chop down trees and load guns and fish—”
“Yes, of course,” agreed Nancy, “but, you see, I knew all that. Ted and I are regular campers-out, and we’ve done almost everything woodsy. Mother loves it too, so we’ve spent more time on hikes and in camps than we ever have under civilized roofs.”
“You lucky dogs!” broke out Rosa, “I can’t imagine having a mother who could actually stay out of doors all night.”
“Oh, yes. Mother’s a real sport,” declared Nancy proudly. “But I doubt if you would like hiking and camping, Rosa. It’s terribly hard on—on beauty,” she faltered.