He. Then the vote would depend on the excellence of the confectioner?
She. Do not chaff on serious subjects.
He. I was never more serious in my life!
She (pouting). Then you are horribly rude and unkind! Don't pick any more poppies; the bunch is too large already.
He. Let me take it for you.
She (with warmth). I don't want you to do anything for me. It is time you learnt that woman can be independent if she choose.
He (with a merry twinkle in his eye). You will permit me to carry your sunshade?
She (simmering). No; I don't want services from people who laugh at one.
He (drawing his moustache carefully over his lips). I am not laughing.
She. Then you ought to be. There is no excuse for a man arguing seriously against woman's emancipation.