Miss Worte lay back on the chintz bedspread and turned her face to the wall.
"I should worry if you come home or if you don't—all the comfort you are to me."
"You say that to me many more times and you watch and see what I do; you watch and see."
"The sooner the better."
In the act of fluting the soft ruche about her neck, so that her fresh little face rose like a bud from its calyx, Miss Barnet turned to the full length of back which faced her from the bed.
"That's just the way I feel about it—the sooner the better."
"Then we think alike."
"You 'ain't been such a holy saint to me that I got to pay up to you for it all my life."
"That's the thanks I get."
"You only raised me because you had to. I been working for my own living ever since I was so little I had to He to the inspectors about my age."