“Well, you must.”
“Thank you. I take it that you did not accept your mother’s advice upon your costume?”
“Oh, no. I never do. Parents have such silly ideas, don’t you think?”
“I suppose they do, poor things.”
“You have to have them, of course”—politely.
“In this badly arranged world,” he admitted.
“So many people are having babies this summer,” she remarked.
“Are they, indeed?”
“Oh, yes. The Hunters and the Reillys, both have them.”