Ginger. Was a time when I didn’t. I used to be all for—you know—larking about. I never thought much about anything.
Mrs. Chinn. Ah! it’s a useful habit.
Ginger. What is?
Mrs. Chinn. Thinking.
Ginger. It’s what we women ’aven’t done enough of—in the past, I mean. All that’s going to be altered. In the future there’s going to be no difference between men and women.
Mrs. Chinn. (Slowly, quietly she turns upon Ginger her expressionless eyes.)
Ginger. Mentally, I mean, o’ course.
Mrs. Chinn. (Takes back her eyes.)
Ginger. Do you know, Mrs. Chinn, that once upon a time there was only one sex? (She spreads herself.) Hus!
Mrs. Chinn. You ain’t thinking of going back to it, are you?