Sinclair Lewis: Main Street

5. CHAPTER V (continued)

Raymie waylaid them in the hall and secretly informed Carol that she musn't mind the traveling salesman's coarseness-- he belonged to the hwa pollwa.

Kennicott chuckled, "Well, child, how about it? Do you prefer an artistic guy like Raymie to stupid boobs like Sam Clark and me?"

"My dear! Let's go home, and play pinochle, and laugh, and be foolish, and slip up to bed, and sleep without dreaming. It's beautiful to be just a solid citizeness!"