Jamie. I guess he's used to it. I wish I had a dollar for all the times he's seen that!
Hilda. And just think! There isn't a soul he can talk to about it!
Jamie. Maybe he tells Mars; you don't know.
Hilda. Oh, Jamie, you ought to take course one in astronomy! Mars and the moon are miles and miles apart!
Jamie. Are they?
Hilda [tapping his hand]. Yes, and you ought to know it.
Jamie. But I don't know as much as you do, dearie.
Hilda. That's a very pretty speech, but you do, all the same. Sometimes I think you know just a little bit more.
Jamie. Well, I don't; besides, how could I? You're working for Ph. B., and I'll only get a cheap old B. L.