For though Puck sat quite still, it was with the stillness of a trapped creature that waits upon opportunity.
"Will you listen ?" he said.
She nodded.
It was not an encouraging nod, but he proceeded.
"All the women go to the Hills for the hot weather.

It's unspeakable here.

No white woman could stand it.

And we men get leave by turns to join them.

There is nothing doing down here, no social round whatever.
It's just stark duty.