“Yes, you.”
“Why, you know I couldn't do it, Henry Whitman!”
“Well, no more can I stand such a change in my life. I can't go to farming and setting around after forty years in a shoe-shop, any more than you can work in a shoe-shop after forty years of housekeeping.”
“It ain't the same thing at all,” said Sylvia.
“Why not?”
“Because it ain't.” Sylvia closed her thin lips conclusively. This, to her mind, was reasoning which completely blocked all argument.
Henry looked at her hopelessly. “I didn't suppose you would understand,” he said.
“I don't see why you thought so,” said Sylvia. “I guess I have a mind capable of understanding as much as a man. There is no earthly sense in your going to work in the shop again, with all our money. What would folks say, and why do you want to do it?”
“I have told you why.”
“You haven't told me why at all.”