"Want some more?"
"No, that'll do."
"I think you should have drank that warm," Lillian said.
"Now's a good time to say so."
"Well, there's some more here. Want me to heat it for you?"
"No."
"It would help your cold."
"Yeh, probably help the cold all right, but it wouldn't do me any good."
"Gee, you're stubborn. Here I am trying to do something for you."
"I'll be all right. Don't worry about me."
"How can I help it? I can see you're awfully sick."
"Well, I'll be all right. I guess I can bear it as long as it doesn't get any worse."
"You should see a doctor."
"Maybe I will."
"I should think you'd borrow a little money, Hubert, from one of the men you know. You really need to see a doctor, and those friends of yours never hesitated to borrow from you."
"Well, maybe I will. I hate to, though. My father always taught me that borrowing was shameful. 'If you haven't got the money, my boy, do without,' he always used to say."
"Yes, but this is different. Gee, if you're sick you got to let up a little on being independent."
"I'll see, Lil. It's hard, though, to put your pride in your pocket and ask for money. I'm a funny duck, al-
