“What did you talk about?”
“I talked to the poet about money and to the millionaire about the intellectual life.”
Skimpy Mistress (scenting unaccustomed delights): Sarah, what is that I smell?
Undernourished Maid of all Work: I think it must come in from next door.
“You don’t mean to say, Estelle, that you are tired of settlement work?”
“But, Auntie, dear, poor people are so monotonous.”
