"I'm not so cold-blooded as all that. But if you do throw me back, let it be with the promise to take me again, when I am grown. I don't say it to tempt you, but you know I shall be very rich."
"Indigestible, do you mean?"
"Oh, please let us drop that metaphor! Metaphors can never go on all fours."
"Certainly not when they have fins."
"Don't jest, Eil—Miss O'Keeffe! Let me redeem you from your sordid life."
"Why is it sordid? You said work was divine."
"You can work in a higher sphere."
"And this is the Socialist! I really thought you'd want me to turn factory lass."
"You are laughing at me."
"I am perfectly serious. I won't drag you down from Socialism, and a head-shawl wouldn't become me."