"Don't go blaring it all over the neighborhood, anyhow, and don't give me the blame for it if anything goes wrong."
"Look here, Charlie, when I married you, I hadn't got nothing better to do, had I?"
Charlie shook his head in sarcastic astonishment.
"Yes," went on Mrs. Raeburn. "You can wag your great, silly head, but I'm not going to have my Jenny marrying anybody. She's going to be able to say, 'No, thank you,' to a sight of young chaps. And if I can't look after her sharp when she's at the theater, I can't look after her anywhere else, that's very certain."
"Well, I call it rank nonsense—rank nonsense, that's what I call it, and don't you turn round on me and say I put it into her head. What theater's she going to?"
"You silly man, she's got to learn first."
"Learn what?"
"Learn dancing—at a school."
"Learn dancing? If she's got to learn dancing, what's the sense in her going for an actress?"
"You had to learn carpentering, didn't you?"