Lois: (Impatiently) Then you won't hurry?
Julie: Why should I?
Lois: I've got a date.
Julie: Here at the house?
Lois: None of your business.
Julie: So be it.
Lois: Oh, for Heaven's sake, yes! I have a date here, at the house—in a way.
Julie: In a way?
Lois: He isn't coming in. He's calling for me and we're walking.
Julie: (Raising her eyebrows) Oh, the plot clears. It's that literary Mr. Calkins. I thought you promised mother you wouldn't invite him in.
Lois: (Desperately) She's so idiotic. She detests him because he's just got a divorce. Of course she's had more expedience than I have, but
Julie: (Wisely) Don't let her kid you! Experience is the biggest gold brick in the world. All older people have it for sale.
Lois: I like him. We talk literature.
Julie: Oh, so that's why I've noticed all these weighty, books around the house lately.
Lois: He lends them to me.
Julie: Well, you've got to play his game. When in Rome do as the Romans would like to do. But I'm through with books. I'm all educated.
Lois: You're very inconsistent—last summer you read every day.
Julie: If I were consistent I'd still be living on warm milk out of a bottle.
Lois: Yes, and probably my bottle. But I like Mr. Calkins.
