MARGARET: I don't bark. I'm running the house, and Daddy's running the church and you-what are you doing? Staying up all night? In the cold? Like a moth?
MARGARET: Fine-yes-I know that we were never going to be grow-old-next-to-each-other kind of sisters, and the way you drive me crazy makes that for the best-but-Henrietta this is extreme.
Exactly.Comewithme.
MARGARET: Oh, Henri, please.
Bothofus.Comeon.
MARGARET: What are you talking about. That’s absurd.
MARGARET: Loose my-? No. Stop. Do not start wearing bloomers.
Margie.
MARGARET: Wait. There are women these days, and they wear pants, and it's ridiculous. Now I have to play the hymns for the service that started ten minutes ago, and thank you, sister, my fingers are numb.
MARGARET: It starts with pants. It's a changing world. And some things should be sacred. And I'm not saying you shouldn't go-but I worry. It's far away, that place, and it's crowded, and you're still here in my sight and I worry. ·
I'llbedoingmath.Don'tworry.
MARGARET: Why not stay here and live with us and...teach?
No.
MARGARET: Like every other girl with your temperament.