"Is marriage wholly a matter of selfishness?" she asked.
"Slow. If you are putting that to me as a direct question I am, as a man who never shies at the truth, compelled to say that it is. But let me ask you if it is simply a matter of accommodation? If it is, why not send out a collection of handsome girls to marry an aggregation of cripples?"
Her eyes were wide open now and she was laughing. "No one could be serious with you, Mr. Gid."
"And no one could make you serious with yourself."
"Frog."
"Young rabbit."
She put her hands to her ears. "I would rather be a young rabbit than a frog."
"Wait a moment," he called as she turned away.
"Well."
"When you go home I wish you'd tell your mother that I talked to you seriously concerning the foolishness of your contemplated marriage. Will you do that much for your old playmate?"