“Who’s there?” roared the familiar voice from Jim During’s room.
“Me.”
“Where’ve you been all night?”
“None of yer business.”
“Jac, I’m goin’ to raise the devil if you try many more of these funny tricks.”
“I been out walkin’.”
“All night?”
“Ain’t I got a right to walk?”
“Jac, why wasn’t you born a boy?” groaned old Jim, reverting to his old complaint.
“Because it’s a lot more fun bein’ a girl,” said Jac, “when you’ve got the golden touch.”