'When the honeymoon is quite over.'
'And the first quarrel an old, well-known story.'
'And poor little Cupid has been sent to weed poppies.'
'And you wonder why you used to call me St. Charity.'
'And life has turned into a blob.'
'Now we must lay down rules. You must not take my words without leave. You did not know that was in the English language till I used it. Say, "Dear Stella."'
'Dearest beloved Stella!'
'"Please may I say 'blob'?"'
'Oh, you artful, captivating rogue! Tell me, Stella, how do you manage to be such a wonderful darling?
'Just because I want you to be in love with me—oh! so much that you don't know whether you are on your heels or your head.'