"Do you think so? I haven't had very much of anything—even kittens," she said, picking up the soft ball of fur and holding it under her chin.
"You missed the frivolous in life even before you had it. You'll miss it again, too."
"But I've had it now."
"That doesn't count. The capacity for frivolity is always there. You are reconciled just now to other things; that man is a beast all right. Oh, yes; this is reaction, Dolly. The idea is to hang on to this conservatism when it becomes stupid and irksome; when you're tired and discouraged, and when you want to be amused and be in bright, attractive places; and when you're lonesome—"
"Lonesome?"
"Certainly you'll be lonesome if you're good."
"Am I not to see you?"
"I'll be in the backwoods working for a living—"
"Yes, but when you come to New York?"
"Sure thing."