Old men remind her that a few years back they rode her hobby-horse upon their knees. Karintha smiles, and indulges them when she is in the mood for it. She has contempt for them. Karintha is a woman. Young men run stills to make her money.
Young men go to the big cities and run on the road.
Young men go away to college. They all want to bring her money . These are the young men who thought that all they had to do was to count time. But Karintha is a woman, and she has had a child . A child fell out of her womb onto a bed of pine-needles in the forest.