"Not worriting? No stewin' in your own juice, hey?"
"No, no, no!"
"Good. Everything is going to be all right. Lucky little dear, you are, to have a hubby who looks after you properly, and Joe Quinney, junior, will be looked after also. Make no error about that. He's going to be a very remarkable young man! Chose his parents with rare right judgments he did. By Gum, when I read that little 'ad.' about his kit bein' fit for a lord, I says to myself, 'Why not? Why shouldn't my son be a lord one day?'"
"Joe, you are funny!"
"Funny? I'm dead serious, my girl. This stream," he tapped an inflated chest, "rose higher than its source. It began not far from the gutter, Susie. I'm not ashamed of it. Nothing of the snob about Joe Quinney! I'm a bit of a river. I'm marked on the map. I flow all over the shop; yes, I do. And my son may become a sort of Amazon. Do you know how many square miles the Amazon waters?"
"Gracious, no!"
"Useful bit of knowledge. Nigh upon three million square miles!"
"Mercy!"
"I see Joe Quinney, junior, percolatin' everywhere, bang from one end of the Empire to another."
"She's not born yet, poor little dear!"