“What do they say?”
“Well, I hate to stir up trouble, but since you began it, I may as well own up they think you're just about as lowbrow as they come. And I s'pose you are.”
“Oh, well. And what about the girls? Are they jealous of me?”
“Sort of. Lotta says if you cut her out with Trymie Icanspoon, she'll elope with me.”
“And will she?”
“Not if I reach the ticket office first. Besides, I like Iva better.”
“Oh, Bill, don't you love me any more?”
“Course I do, Little Fudge Sundae. But a popular doctor has responsibilities.”
“I know. I don't mean to be unreasonable. But let's keep peace in the family as long as it's convenient—see what I mean?”
“I see. Do you think I'd like my new pajims better trimmed with frilled malines, or just decorated with a conventional pattern of gold soutache braid?”