“Of course a little thing like Hugh makes no difference!”
“Yes, all the difference. That's why I'm going to take him with me.”
“Suppose I refuse?”
“You won't!”
Forlornly, “Uh——Carrie, what the devil is it you want, anyway?”
“Oh, conversation! No, it's much more than that. I think it's a greatness of life—a refusal to be content with even the healthiest mud.”
“Don't you know that nobody ever solved a problem by running away from it?”
“Perhaps. Only I choose to make my own definition of 'running away' I don't call——Do you realize how big a world there is beyond this Gopher Prairie where you'd keep me all my life? It may be that some day I'll come back, but not till I can bring something more than I have now. And even if I am cowardly and run away—all right, call it cowardly, call me anything you want to! I've been ruled too long by fear of being called things. I'm going away to be quiet and think. I'm—I'm going! I have a right to my own life.”
“So have I to mine!”
“Well?”