IN THE NEW FOREST
"You are thinking of writing Books?"
"Or doing Journalism, or teaching, or something like that."
"And keeping yourself independent of your stepmother?"
"Yes."
"How long'd it take now, to get anything of that sort to do?"
"I don't know at all. I believe there are a great many women journalists and sanitary inspectors, and black-and-white artists. But I suppose it takes time. Women, you know, edit most papers nowadays, George Egerton says. I ought, I suppose, to communicate with a literary agent."
"Of course," said Hoopdriver, "it's very suitable work. Not being heavy like the drapery."
"There's heavy brain labour, you must remember."
"That wouldn't hurt you," said Mr. Hoopdriver, turning a compliment.
"It's like this," he said, ending a pause. "It's a juiced nuisance alluding to these matters, but—we got very little more money."
He perceived that Jessie started, though he did not look at her. "I was counting, of course, on your friend's writing and your being able to take some action to-day." "Take some action" was a phrase he had learned at his last "swop."
"Money," said Jessie. "I didn't think of money."
"Hullo! Here's a tandem bicycle," said Mr. Hoopdriver abruptly, and pointing with his cigarette.
She looked, and saw two little figures emerging from among the trees at the foot of the slope. The
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