"But there must be a whole lot of unpleasant, nasty drudgery about it."
"Sickness isn't nice, I'll admit, but there is no place in the world where care and sympathy mean so much."
"You don't intend to go out and nurse among strangers?"
"I may."
"I bet you don't—not for long. Some fellow will come along and say 'No more of that,' and then you'll stay home."
"What sort of fiction do you read?" she asked, with the air of an older sister.
"The truthful sort. Your nursing is nothing but a fad."
"What a wise old gray-beard you are!"
He was nettled. "You need not take that superior tone with me. I'm two years older than you are."
"And ten years wiser, I suppose you would declare if you dared."