MINNIE. I was silly. But we had a good time while it lasted,—didn't we, George?
(She evades him deftly, and picks up the life-preserving suit.)
What's this?—a full dress uniform?
GEORGE. When a submarine gets you, all you've got to do is to jump overboard and blow this—
(He draws the siren from the pocket and starts to blow it, but she
seizes his hand.)
—and float around until a destroyer picks you up.
(Takes from another pocket a metal lunch box.)
This is for pate de foie gras sandwiches, and there's room in here—
(Indicating another pocket.)
—for a bottle of fizz. Come along with me, Minnie, ship as a Red Cross
nurse, and I'll buy you one. The Atlantic wouldn't be such a bad place,
with you,—and we wouldn't be in a hurry to blow the siren. You'd look
like a peach in a white costume, too.
MINNIE. Don't you like me in this?
GEORGE. Sure, but I'd like that better.
MINNIE. I'd make a good nurse, if I do say it myself. And I'd take good care of you, George,—as good as any of them.