Jamie. Do you think they care anything for each other?
Hilda. Do I think so? Why, how should I know?
Jamie. You're her room-mate, aren't you?
Hilda. Oh, yes, I'm her room-mate; but I might as well not be for all she tells me about herself.
Jamie. Does she ever say anything about him?
Hilda. Not a word.
Jamie [somewhat sarcastically]. She seemed willing enough to go to the picnic; and I don't remember that she protested very violently when I suggested we go in separate carriages.
Hilda. Of course she wanted to go. Any girl likes a good time now and then on a Saturday, after working hard all the week. And Minnie does work hard. But her wanting to go doesn't prove anything. And as for the separate carriages, no girl likes to be bundled in with a crowd.
Jamie. Yes, maybe that's so. As far as I'm concerned, I'm glad she didn't protest.