“I suppose it's very beautiful, isn't it! All America seems so lovely, so large.”
“It's pretty in the summer. I don't know that I shall like it there in the winter if I conclude to—Did your—did Mrs. Pasmer tell you what my father wants me to do?”
“About going there to—manufacture?”
Mavering nodded. “He's given me three weeks to decide whether I would like to do that or go in for law. That's what I came up here for.”
There was a little pause. She bent her head down over the clusters she was grouping. “Is the light of Campobello particularly good on such questions?” she asked.
“I don't mean that exactly, but I wish you could help me to some conclusion.”
“Yes; why not?”
“It's the first time I've ever had a business question referred to me.”
“Well, then, you can bring a perfectly fresh mind to it.”
“Let me see,” she said, affecting to consider. “It's really a very important matter?”