"Damn Virginia!" said Loring.
Sophy laughed at him.
"You'll love me all the more when I come back to you," she coaxed. "Don't 'damn' poor Virginia."
"I do damn it.... I'm jealous of it."
"You needn't be."
She was still smiling at his sulky face.
"Yes, I do need ... you put it before me."
"Now, Morris...."
"Yes, 'Now, Morris'.... 'Now, Morris'...." (He mimicked her reproachful tone.) "It's always 'Now, Morris' when I want what belongs to me...."
"Oh! So I 'belong' to you, do I?" she teased affectionately.