"How long does it take you to do one of those things?"
"It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Oh, on the amount of trouble I take over it."
"And do they pay you any more for taking trouble?"
"No, Flossie. I'm sorry to say they frequently pay me less."
"Then why on earth do you do it?"
This question seemed to him so curious that it caused him to look up, beholding for the first time the plump figure clothed entirely in a new suit of brown, and wearing on its head a fascinating hat made of something that resembled fur. He tried to look at it with disapproval, while his mind dealt independently with the amazing question put to him.
"Well, Flossie, if you really care anything about style—"
"Style?" She stroked down the front of her jacket with a delicious movement of her little hands. "Don't you like it?"