Sabe? I've got to be doing _something_;
whether it was profitable or not has never mattered, just so it was
action."
"I sabe, as you call it," Hazel smiled. "Of course I do. Only lazy
people like to loaf all the time. I love this place, and we might stay
here for years and be satisfied. But--"
"But we'd be better satisfied to stay if we knew that we could leave it
whenever we wanted to," he interrupted. "That's the psychology of the
human animal, all right. We don't like to be coerced, even by
circumstances. Well, granted health, one can be boss of old Dame
Circumstance, if one has the price in cold cash. It's a melancholy
fact that the good things of the world can only be had for a
consideration."
"If you made a lot of money mining, we could travel--one could do lots
of things," she reflected. "I don't think I'd want to live in a city
again. But it would be nice to go there sometimes."
"Yes, dear girl, it would," Bill agreed. "With a chum to help you
enjoy things. I never got much fun out of the bright lights by
myself--it was too lonesome. I used to prowl around by myself with an
analytical eye upon humanity, and I was always bumping into a lot of
sordidness and suffering that I couldn't in the least remedy, and it
often gave me a bad taste in my mouth.
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