Sydney. Oh, no, Kit, she’s got blue eyes.
Kit. [Storming] Look here, what’s up?
Sydney. Nix.
Kit. Have you really got your back up? What’s the matter with you, Sydney?
Sydney. D’you want to know?
Kit. [With a certain dignity] I think I’d better.
Sydney. Well, it’s [yawning] “jam to-morrow, jam yesterday, but—” Surely you know how it ends?
Kit. I don’t. And I don’t want to.
Sydney. [Drearily] “But never jam to-day.”
Kit. [Startled] Why, Sydney!