— That's my engagement ring. Oh, and, a singing ring never fails to get his girl. It's destiny. Put it on, put it on.
— Well, all right, I'll just try it on. But I'm not getting married.
— Of course you are, a baby's got to have a father.
— I don't intend to have any children, thank you very much.
— Well, it's a little bit late for that.
In marriage, the man is supposed to provide for the support of the woman, the woman to make the home agreeable to the man; he is to purvey, and she is to smile.
But in dancing, their duties are exactly changed; the agreeableness, the compliance are expected from him, while she furnishes the fan and the lavender water.