Oh, ROBBIE, isn't it all right, isn't it just all right ?" She tailed off into her hurried, wild, repeated laugh.

"We're so happy in a land of plenty, AREN'T WE DEAR ?" "Do you mean I'm greedy, Julia ?" said Robert.
"Greedy!--Oh, greedy!--he asks if he's greedy ?--no you're not greedy, Robbie, you're not greedy.

I want you to be happy." "I'm quite happy," he returned.
"Oh, he's happy!--Really!--he's happy! Oh, what an accomplishment! Oh, my word!" Julia puckered her eyes and laughed herself into a nervous twitching silence.
Robert went round with the matches.

Julia sucked her cigarette.
"Give us a light, Robbie, if you ARE happy!" she cried.
"It's coming," he answered.
Josephine smoked with short, sharp puffs.

Julia sucked wildly at her light.