my queer nature, staring at little birds for hours on end. “With field glasses, and those clothes! You look positively the vagrant in that floppy hat. Where on earth do you traipse off to? Even in the rain and wind! And now to catch you sweeping before the help comes. At least you aren’t like the others. So dreadfully predictable! It is what they want of us, though, isn’t it? A good woman is predictable, and seeks out a predictable life. They would have us kept safe and quiet and insipid.”
