Dorothy. I can’t read with this on my eyes!
Betty (taking book). I feared it. Ladies, the candidate, by her own admission, cannot read. Can you write?
Dorothy. Yes, I can do that blindfold, I think.
Betty. Very well. Here are pencil and paper. Write your name, please, if you know it. Also the name of this delightful Alma Mater of ours. (Dorothy starts to write. Girls jog her elbow and move her paper around.)
Dorothy. I can’t write if you girls—
Girls (in chorus). She can’t write! She can’t write! She said so!
Betty (taking pencil). Sad, sad indeed! Do you know your letters?
Dorothy. Probably not, according to you. You’re worse than Miss Dunham.
Betty. Try. Say your letters for the ladies, dear.
Dorothy. A, b, c, d, e—