“Oh, I am. My dear husband, my darling children—you ought to have a lot of children, Mrs. Petticoat.”
“Yes, I shall, when we can afford it. My husband isn't very well off just now, you see.”
“You live very extravagantly. Look at those rugs, now. Rugs cost fearfully.”
“Don't you have any?”
“Oh, no. We don't waste money that way.”
“Bare floors?”
“No, carpets. More homey, you know. Nice Brussels in the parlor—real Body Brussels—Bigelow—and in the bedrooms, Ingrain. Oh, the hominess of a new-laid Ingrain carpet, with lots of fresh straw under it! You acquainted with Avery Goodman, the Rector?”
“I've met him.”
“Splendid man-spiritual-minded and all that. Fine preacher, too. Very soulful. I often sob right through his sermons. Better go hear him.”
“My husband is a busy man—we haven't time for church.”