“Oh, Hat, with you like a owl!”
“If I was a girl and had a cough like I’ve seen enough in this basement get; if I was a girl and my skirtband was getting two inches too big, and I had to lie on my left side to breathe right, and my nightie was all soaked round the neck when I got up in the morning—I wouldn’t just laugh and laugh. I’d cry a little—I would.”
“That’s right, Hat; step on the joy bug like it was a spider. Squash it!”
“I wouldn’t just laugh and laugh, and put my lunch money on my back instead of eggs and milk inside of me, and run round all hours to dance halls with every sporty Charley-boy that comes along.”
“You leave him alone! You just cut that! Don’t you begin on him!”
“I wouldn’t get overheated, and not sleep enough; and—”
“For Pete’s sake, Hat! Hire a hall!”
“I should worry! It ain’t my grave you’re digging.”
“Aw, Hat.”
“I ain’t got your dolly face and your dolly ways with the boys; but I got enough sense to live along decent.”