"I don't know anything about tact, as you understand it. I know what it is to get the drop on a man, and I suppose the woman of tact always has the drop. Is that it?"
"Yes," she laughed, walking close beside him. "A woman of tact is never taken unawares."
"A suspicious woman, I take it."
"Well, a ready woman. And Gunhild is not dull, but she is not always ready. Do you think so?"
"I'll be—I don't know what you're driving at."
"Get up," the boy cried, clucking.
"Perhaps I am a little obscure. But I thought you would understand."
"But I swear I don't."
"Then it would be cruel to explain."
"It would? You've got to explain now." He halted and turned to her. The boy pulled at his ears. Her laughter came like the rippling of cool water.