No More Learning

But no one would understand--even if it were put into a book.

Mrs. G. The idea! No--only we ourselves, or people like ourselves--if
there are any people like us.

Capt. G. (Magisterially. ) All people, not like ourselves, are blind
idiots.

Mrs. G. (Wiping her eyes. ) Do you think, then, that there are any people
as happy as we are?

Capt. G.
'Must be--unless we've appropriated all the happiness in the
world.

Mrs. G. (Looking toward Simla. ) Poor dears! Just fancy if we have!

Capt. G. Then we'll hang on to the whole show, for it's a great deal too
jolly to lose--eh, wife 'o mine?

Mrs. G. O Pip! Pip! How much of you is a solemn, married man and how
much a horrid slangy schoolboy?

Capt. G.