BOB. Well, wherever it is, until this evening I never realized what a personage Hilda is.
MOLLIE. You can make fun of me all you please, but I know what's right! Your remarks don't influence me in the least—not in the least!
BOB. [Murmurs thoughtfully and feelingly.] How true! [Abruptly.] Why don't they get married? Do you know that?
MOLLIE. All I know is that they are waiting until his business is entirely successful, so that Hilda won't have to work.
BOB. Well, the Swedes are pretty careful of their money. The chances are Hilda has a neat little nest-egg laid by.
MOLLIE. [Hesitating and doubtfully.] That's one thing that worries me a little. I think Hilda puts money—into—into—into the young man's business.
BOB. [Indignantly.] Do you mean to tell me that this girl gives her money to that fellow and you don't try to find out a thing about him? Who he is or what he does? I suppose she supports the loafer.
MOLLIE. [With dignity.] He's not a loafer. I've seen him and I've talked with him, and I know he's a gentleman.
BOB. Mollie, I'm getting tired of all that kind of drivel. I believe nowadays women give a good deal more thought to pleasing their maids than they do to pleasing their husbands.
MOLLIE. [Demurely.] Well, you know, Bob, your maid can leave you much easier than your husband can—[pauses thoughtfully] and I'm sure she's much harder to replace.