She couldn’t pretend an interest in either wheat or maize, but she was set on avoiding her brother for the rest of the morning.“Shall we go on with our tour?” I asked him in a funny tight voice I scarcely recognized as my own.“Gideon is different out here,” she complained. “He hasn’t time to talk or anything.”“He was on holiday in England,” I reminded her.“And Julie is part of his work, I suppose!” she retorted tartly. I had no answer to that! My own burning feeling of injustice was too much with me for that.“Perhaps we won’t see very much of her,” I said hopefully, instead.Camilla snorted sulkily. “Would you care to bet on that?”I pretended I hadn’t heard her. I pulled my white overall out of my suitcase and put it on, thrusting my hands into the starched pockets and wriggling my shoulders to make it more comfortable.“Good heavens,” said Camilla, “you look more like a doctor than an agriculturist.”“A plant doctor,” I suggested with a grin.She smiled back.
