Miss Tweedham faced him without flinching. "You haven't asked me what I really was back on Earth."
"Eh? A school teacher—"
"You still haven't asked me."
"Eh? What were you?"
"A call girl," Miss Tweedham answered, without flinching.
"Uh—ah—"
"I'm not going back to that," Miss Tweedham said.
Sanderson sought for words. He stuttered them out. "Do—do you—do you think you will ever be a call girl again?"
"Only when you call," Miss Tweedham answered.
In the light of the coming dawn, John Sanderson's face showed beet red. Then, slowly, he began to grin. His eyes lifted from her, his gaze went to the fields where now the water was flowing in the irrigation ditches. "That's wonderful," he said.