We must have water. I can't fetch it. I'm a
delicately-nurtured female.'
'We ought to have a man to do these ghastly jobs.'
'But we can't afford one. Just at present all I ask is to be able
to pay expenses. And, as a matter of fact, you ought to be very
thankful that you have got--'
'A roof over my head? I know. You needn't keep rubbing it in.'
Elizabeth flushed.
'I wasn't going to say that at all. What a pig you are sometimes,
Nutty. As if I wasn't only too glad to have you here. What I was
going to say was that you ought to be very thankful that you have
got to draw water and hew wood--'
A look of absolute alarm came into Nutty's pallid face.
'You don't mean to say that you want some wood chopped?'
'I was speaking figuratively. I meant hustle about and work in the
open air. The sort of life you are leading now is what millionaires
pay hundreds of dollars for at these physical-culture places. It
has been the making of you.'
'I don't feel made.'
'Your nerves are ever so much better.'
'They aren't.'
Elizabeth looked at him in alarm.
'Oh, Nutty, you haven't been--seeing anything again, have you?'
'Not seeing, dreaming. I've been dreaming about monkeys. Why
should I dream about monkeys if my nerves were all right?'
'I often dream about all sorts of queer things.
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