"And those pretty hands--it would be wicked to spoil them."
"Oh, I won't spoil them--besides, what would be the good of them if they couldn't work for the man I love."
"Scrubbing floors, and cleaning kettles and polishing the stove?"
"You can help a little."
"And suppose, instead of being easy, it's very hard? It takes courage to start again. You'll have to be brave enough for two, for I've none of that kind of grit or perseverance. Do you think you can bolster up a great big fellow like me, who'll come home like a baby and cry?"
"We'll bolster up each other."
"I--I wish I was more worthy of you, Phyllis."
"Stop kissing my toes--it tickles--and oh, Cyril, don't bite them!"
"I'm ashamed--you are so sweet and good and clever and brave--and the whole of me isn't worth that little pink one, and I don't think I've ever loved you so much as I do this minute, or respected you more. If you were married to a street-car conductor I believe you'd make him president of the United States--and if your husband mayn't bite you, who can?"
"You darling!"