"Dee, are you that way?"
"None of your business."
"Con told me when she was."
"Con's a cow."
"She's tickled pink. I should think you'd be."
"Oh, would you!" Dee's self-control broke. Her face worked spasmodically. "I'd kill myself first."
The badinage faded from Pat's lips. "That doesn't sound like you, Dee. I'd think you'd be a sport about it anyway."
"Pat, I can't have a baby."
"Rats! You're as strong as an ox."