“I haven’t; but if you are, what of it?”
“I’ve come to ask you how long you want to stay.”
“Until the lease runs out—what else do you expect, sir?”
“But why should you? The camp will be empty before that time comes, and what can you do with your milk when the men are gone?”
“I can do what I did before they came, if you want to know.”
“Oh, no, you can’t. You’ve lost your milk run, and you can never get it back again.”
“Who says I can’t?”
“I say so. Everybody says so. Ask anybody you like, woman—any of your old customers.”
Mona is colouring up to the eyes.
“Then tell them I don’t care if I never can,” she says, and turns back to the house.