Julie: You don't know what you ask.
The Young Man: Do you imagine we'd have a crowd fol-
lowing us?
Julie: A crowd? There'd be a special, all-steel, buffet train
leaving New York hourly.
The Young Man: Say, are you house-cleaning?
Julie: Why?
The Young Man: I see all the pictures are off the walls.
Julie: Why, we never have pictures in this room.
The Young Man: Odd. I never heard of a room without
pictures or tapestry or panelling or something.
Julie: There's not even any furniture in here.
The Young Man: What a strange house!
Julie: It depends on the angle you see it from.
The Young Man: (Sentimentally) It's so nice talking to you
like this—when you're merely a voice. I'm rather glad I
can't see you.
Julie: (Gratefully) So am I.
The Young Man: What color are you wearing?
Julie: (After a critical survey of her shoulders) Why, I guess
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