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 : I never met him.


 * Well, will you hurry up?


 * Yes. (After a pause) I wait till the water gets tepid and then I let in more hot.


 * (Sarcastically) How interesting!


 * 'Member when we used to play "soapo"?


 * Yes—and ten years old. I'm really quite surprised that you don't play it still.


 * I do. I'm going to in a minute.


 * Silly game.


 * (Warmly) No, it isn't. It's good for the nerves. I'll bet you've forgotten how to play it.


 * (Defiantly) No, I haven't. You—you get the tub all full of soapsuds and then you get up on the edge and slide down.


 * (Shaking her head scornfully) Huh! That's only part of it. You've got to slide down without touching your hand or feet


 * (Impatiently) Oh, Lord! What do I care? I wish we'd either stop coming here in the summer or else get a house with two bath-tubs.


 * You can buy yourself a little tin one, or use the hose


 * Oh, shut up!


 * (Irrelevantly) Leave the towel.


 * What?


 * Leave the towel when you go.


 * This towel?


 * (Sweetly) Yes, I forgot my towel.


 * (Looking around for the first time) Why, you idiot! You haven't even a kimono.


 * (Also looking around) Why, so I haven't.


 * (Suspicion growing on her) How did you get here?


 * (Laughing) I guess I—I guess I whisked here.