Miss Taylor winced, wondering if the girl were lying again. She said quickly:
‚ÄúWhy, yes‚ÅÝ‚Äîthat is, I like some kinds of work.‚Äù
“What kinds?”
But Miss Taylor refused to have the matter made personal, as Zora had a disconcerting way of pointing all their discussions.
“Everybody likes some kinds of work,” she insisted.
“If you likes it, it ain’t work,” declared Zora; but Mary Taylor proceeded around her circumscribed circle:
“You might make a good cook, or a maid.”
“I hate cooking. What’s a maid?”
“Why, a woman who helps others.”
“Helps folks that they love? I’d like that.”
“It is not a question of affection,” said