Mrs. C. (with great dignity). Mr. Clark, please remember that I am Mrs. Clark.
Mr. C. (in a lower tone). Guess I’ll never forget that!
Mrs. C. (beginning to pour out some coffee for herself). Don’t you think you had better drink your coffee? It must be getting cool.
Mr. C. (with a flash of anger). Oh, darn the coffee!
Mrs. C. (putting in two lumps of sugar). Just as you please, Mr. Clark, just as you please.
Mr. C. (sitting down sulkily in his seat). Martha Smith, this nagging of yours is getting on my nerves.
Mrs. C. (pouring from the cream-pitcher into her coffee). I remarked a short while ago that I am Mrs. Clark!
Mr. C. (settling down into his chair). Well, because you are Mrs. Clark doesn’t give you any right to nag me.
Mrs. C. (stirring her coffee). I am not nagging you. I have never nagged anybody in my life, but when you said “them hundred plunks”—oh, horrors!
Mr. C. (beginning to finger his coffee spoon). But what should I have said?