Mrs. Cricket. What for?
Mrs. Beetle. A pile—for you and him and your family. That’s for your future—for your whole life.
Mrs. Cricket. Oh no, all I want is to have my own little home, my nest, a little house of my very own. And curtains, and children, and my Cricket. That’s all.
Mrs. Beetle. How can you live without a pile?
Mrs. Cricket. What should I do with it?
Mrs. Beetle. Roll it about with you everywhere. There’s nothing like a pile for holding a man.
Mrs. Cricket. Oh no, a little house.
Mrs. Beetle. A pile, I tell you.
Mrs. Cricket. A little house.
Mrs. Beetle. Pretty little innocence! I’d like to stay with you, but I must be going.