"Sweet name—'Fishback.' No wonder you went wrong, dearie."
"Oh, I'm not getting soft. I saw my bed and made it, nice and soft and comfy, and I'm lying on it without a whimper."
"You just bet your life you made it up nice and comfy! You've the right idea; I have to hand that to you. You command respect from them. Lord! Ed would as soon fire a teacup at me as not. But, with me, it pays. The last one he broke he made up to me with my opal-and-diamond beetle."
"Wouldn't wear an opal if it was set next to the Hope diamond."
"Superstitious, dearie?"
"Unlucky. Never knew it to fail."
"Not a superstition in my bones. I don't believe in walking under ladders or opening an umbrella in the house or sitting down with thirteen, but, Lordy! never saw the like with you! Thought you'd have the hysterics over that little old vanity mirror you broke that day out at the races."
"Br-r-r! I hated it."
"Lay easy, dearie. Nothing can touch you the way he's raking in the war contracts."
"Great—isn't it?"