Vera—Yes, I’m really afraid of you.
The Dove—Afraid?
Vera—For instance, when you’re out of this room all these weapons might be a lot of butter knives or pop guns, but let you come in——
The Dove—Well?
Vera—It becomes an arsenal.
The Dove—Yet you call me the Dove.
Vera—Amelia called you the Dove, I’d never have thought of it. It’s just like Amelia to call the only dangerous thing she ever knew the “Dove.”
The Dove—Yes, there’s something in that.
Vera—Shall I sing for you?
The Dove—If you like.