"When they've got it, they'll think they always had it, and after that they all will always have to have it. I'll be there first. I'll cinch it, and I'll sell it. That's my idea. That's not luck. It's brains, brains, brains, Laura!"
VI
She leaned back in her chair, sighing. "Do you think I could have a silk dress, John?" she said at length, her mind overleaping vast intermediate details.
"My God, woman!"
"Could we go to the theaters—I've always wanted to so much. Could I go into the country once in a while, where things are green?"
He made a despairing gesture at her inability to grasp the future.
"We could travel—could we go over to Europe—could we take Grace there, John?"
"As often as you liked!"
"Could we have a new gate in the picket fence, if the landlord still refused?"
"Oh, my God!"