“About all I am good for except to run our little farm and do odd jobs. I used to work in the chair factory.”
“I shouldn’t think you would have liked that.”
“Didn’t; had to do what I could.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I never had any choice, so I never gave it any thought. Something that would keep me out of doors, I reckon.”
“Do you know much about plants and trees?”
“I don’t know whether I know much; I love them, that’s all.”
“You could do some landscape gardening for a place like this, I should think.”
Jim stared at her, and drew himself up haughtily. “It really is late, Miss Orr,” he said. “I think, if you will allow me, I will take you home.”
“What are you angry about?”