"Yes. Long clams. It's great fun. But I find pleasure all over."
"How come you to be such a philosopher?"
"That is not philosophy."
"What is it? I can tell you, there isn't a girl in New York that would say what you have just said."
Lois thought the faces around the lunch table had quite harmonized with this statement. She forgot them again in a most luxuriant trailing Pelargonium covered with large white blossoms of great elegance.
"But it is philosophy that makes you not drink wine? Or don't you like it?"
"O no," said Lois, "it is not philosophy; it is humanity."
"How? I think it is humanity to share in people's social pleasures."
"If they were harmless."
"This is harmless!"