Some were listening to a girl in spectacles who was talking socialism, while a more frivolous group, perched on the bed, was arguing the question whether the perfect lover had a moustache or a clean-shaven lip.
"Money is cruel; it ought to be abolished," said the earnest girl in the spectacles.

"Money is a millstone which the rich use to grind the poor.
You girls know it as well as I do." Mary stirred away at the fudge.
"It's a good thing she doesn't know that I'm rich," she smiled to herself.

"I wonder when I shall start grinding the poor!" "And yet the world simply couldn't get along without the wage-earners," continued the young orator.

"So all they have to do is strike--and strike--and keep on striking--and they can have everything they want--" "So could the doctors," mused Mary to herself, stirring away at the fudge.

"Imagine the doctors striking....