“Oh, well, town girls simply couldn’t do jobs like that.”
“Because they wouldn’t know how?”
“Partly. They wouldn’t like it, either.”
“Well, country girls don’t exactly revel in it,” responded Robin. “But we don’t make a silly fuss about doing necessary things. We’ve got more important things to think of than town girls have.”
Barry sniggered again.
“That’s a good one,” he said. “I’d like some of the girls I know to hear you. They’d be amused.”
“They’d be welcome to their amusement, poor things!” said Robin, in a tone of lofty pity. “By the way, do you mind moving out of the light? Thanks—eleven—twelve.” She tied up a new dozen, and Barry felt the warm indignation of a very small boy who has been told to run away and play while older people work. He took up a position on the other side of the wide doorway, whittling more vigorously.
“Ever been in Town?” he asked.
“Oh, yes—now and then. Why?”
“I was thinking it would be rather a surprise to you, in some ways.”