I could live quite happily on my island eight
months in the year. But one can't get people to come several hundred
miles to a sitting. And I feel inclined to acquire a living income
while my vogue lasts."
"You're rather a wilderness lover, aren't you?" Hazel commented. "I
don't think you'd love it as dearly if you were buried alive in it."
"That would all depend on the circumstances," Vesta replied. "One
escapes many disheartening things in a country that is still
comparatively primitive. The continual grind of keeping one's end up
in town gets terribly wearisome. I'm always glad to go to the woods,
and sorry when I have to leave. But I suppose it's largely in one's
point of view."
They chatted of sundry matters for a few minutes.
"By the way, is there any truth in the statement that this Free Gold
row has created trouble between you and your husband?" Vesta asked
abruptly. "I dare say it's quite an impertinent question, and you'd be
well within your rights to tell me it's none of my business. But I
should like to confound some of these petty tattlers. I haven't been
home forty-eight hours; yet I've heard tongues wagging. I hope there's
nothing in it.
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