"I wonder how it compares with that of a business woman," said Fleda laughing. "There is an uncompromising old proverb which says
'Man's work is from sun to sun-- But a woman's work is never done.'"
A saying which she instantly reflected was entirely beyond the comprehension of the person to whose consideration she had offered it.
And then came in Florence, rubbing her hands and knitting her eyebrows.
"Why don't you look as bright as the rest of the world, this morning," said Fleda.
"What a wretched storm!"
"Wretched! This beautiful snow! Here have I been enjoying it for this hour."
But Florence rubbed her hands and looked as if Fleda were no rule for other people.
"How horrid it will make the going out to-night, if it snows all day!"
"Then you can stay at home," said her mother composedly.