"Can't you talk intelligently about a suitable location for a home?
On what subject is a woman supposed to be intelligent if she is not at her best on the theme of home.

If you really are not interested you had better begin to polish up, because it appeals to me that the world goes just so far in one direction, and then it whirls to the right-about and goes equally as far in the opposite direction.

If Daddy were living I think he would say we have reached the limit with apartment house homes minus fireplaces, with restaurant dining minus a blessing, with jazz music minus melody, with jazz dancing minus grace, with national progress minus cradles." "Linda!" cried Eileen indignantly.
"Good gracious!" cried Linda.

"Do I get the shillalah for that?
Weren't all of us rocked in cradles?
I think that the pendulum has swung far and it is time to swing back to where one man and one woman choose any little spot on God's footstool, build a nest and plan their lives in accord with personal desire and inclination instead of aping their neighbors." "Bravo!" cried Henry Anderson.

"Miss Linda, if you see any suitable spot, and you think I would serve for a bug-catcher, won't you please stake the location ?" "Well, I don't know about that," said Linda.