"But, Carrie—"
"There is not another woman in the world would stand for it but me. A woman that could enjoy a little home of her own as much as I! What do I get out of it, I'd like to know! Stint. Stint. Stint. Shove it all back into that old rope-and-twine business down there that doesn't show a cent of capital when you take stock except in rope, rope, rope, until I'd like to hang myself with some of it."
"Now, little woman, you got up on the wrong side of bed this morning. Just hold your horses. These are tight times, I admit, but we have our health—"
"I've heard that since I'm married. Health! Suppose we have got our health. We can't thank the business for that."
"Lilly, your mother certainly got up on the wrong side of bed this morning, didn't she?"
"Well, it's right discouraging, if you ask me."
"You're all right, little woman."
"Yes, I know," trying not to smile, "I'm all right when it don't cost nothing and when it comes to the dirty work of trying to make two ends meet."
"You're certainly a splendid manager. No one can take that away from you."
"Well, I wish you would both appreciate it a little more."