"How do you like it here?"
"Very well."
"I suppose you miss the stir. I hear Barcelona is the livest town in Spain."
"I believe it is," she agreed a little uncertainly.
"What do they export? Anything besides olive-oil? I understand they export a lot of olive-oil."
Señora Fombombo touched her slender fingers to her lips a moment and then said she believed they exported olive-oil.
"I suppose the girls go in for business over there, too—bookkeepers, you know; stenogs, clerks, cash girls ...?"
"Ye-e-es."
"What was your line before you married?"
The señora came awake and looked at the drummer.