"It must be extremely
difficult to manage a budget. No matter how large they are, they're
always too small. To administer the affairs of a dying race with
inadequate funds--"
Diana hesitated.
"And in entire ignorance of the race itself," added Enoch quietly. "I
know! But I had to choose between a rattling good administrator and a
rattling good ethnologist."
Diana nodded slowly. "Your choice was inevitable, I suppose. And Mr.
Watkins seems very efficient."
"Well, and where does your princely salary permit you to live?" Enoch
concluded.
"On New Jersey Avenue, in a brown stone front with pansies in front and
cats in the rear, an old Confederate soldier in the basement and rats
in the attic. As for odors and furniture, any kind whatever, provided
one is not too particular."
"My word! how you are going to miss the Canyon!" exclaimed Enoch.
Diana nodded. "Yes, but after all one's avocation is the most
important thing in life."'
"Is it?" asked Enoch. "I've tried to make myself believe that, but so
far I've failed."
"You mean," Diana spoke quickly, "that I ought to have stayed with my
father?"
"No, I don't!" returned Enoch, quite as quickly. "At least, I mean
that I know nothing whatever about that.
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