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 be-
cause he's just got a divorce. Of course she's had more
expe- rience 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.
Julie: I never met him.
HYLAND
