"Well, if you want to help him, why don't you?" he quizzed.
"Why, I … why, I'm not fit for anything, really," she tried to throw back.
"My wife said you were pretty efficient at the Red Cross."
"Oh, but that was different!"
"Why?"
"Well, I can't just explain, but it's easy to do something you … you…"
"Feel you don't have to," he finished for her, ironically.
She shrugged petulantly. "What do you want me to do? Solicit insurance?"
He smiled. "That's what you're doing now, isn't it?"
"Mr. Hilmer!" She rose majestically in her seat.