I smiled at Sarah's little show of temper, as she continued:—
"Anyway, it would be strange if she didn't know something about money-making. Her father was old Joe Sanson—they say he was a half-breed and made his money trading with the Indians and getting Government lands. Father used to tell stories about him. We heard that he left her a great deal of money, but nobody knows much about her or her affairs. She's so silent."
"I didn't find her so."
Sarah apparently did not altogether share my enthusiasm for Mrs. Dround.
"Tell me," she demanded, "just what she said to you, every word."
"I can't. She talks with her eyes, most."
"Oh, I hate to have men discuss business with women. It is such bad taste!"
"Why, Sarah, business is the whole thing for me. There isn't anything else I can talk about except you."
"Talk about me, then. I shall have to keep you out of Jane's way. I don't want you to talk to her about things I don't understand."
"Why not?"