"I should think such a person would feel something like a hungry pauper, gazing into a pastry cook's window. The glimpse of possibility must intensify his craving."
"You are utterly practical and entirely unsympathetic," said Marion, somewhat ruffled at Florence's levity. "Sometimes I think you are a most unsatisfactory person."
"I will not be dismissed as a person," laughed Florence. "You may call me anything you like, but don't subject me to the degradation of being styled a person."
"I think you deserve it for turning my seriousness so inconsiderately into ridicule," said Marion with an injured air.
"It is just the best thing for you," Florence replied. "You worry unnecessarily."
"You always say that," sighed Marion, "but you don't understand."
"Yes, I do. No one understands you as well as I do."
"Then why don't you sympathize with me more?"
"You don't need sympathy; that only panders to your discontent. What you need is to be shaken up and made to forget yourself."
"You're a cruel girl."