MR. BECKER. Well, I hope I won’t live to see that day.
MR. VAN TOUSEL. You will have to take a position as a chef, Becker, and eat your own cooking.
MILDRED. Oh, Josephine, I have had such a splendid idea. Let me go down-stairs and finish cooking the dinner.
MR. BECKER Miss Tilsbury, I admire your spirit.
MRS. TILSBURY. Why, Mildred, you are too tired after making that speech to do anything of the kind. Besides you know how hard it is to get your father to go to a restaurant for dinner. He always says he is afraid of ptomaine poisoning. It will be a great deal more fun to dine at Sherry’s than to stay here. I am glad Helma has gone speechifying. Don’t let your father hear your ridiculous suggestion.
MRS. BROWN. Yes, Mildred, do keep quiet. Think of the lights and the music and the women’s dresses. It will be awfully amusing. Hurry and put on your cloak!
(Re-enter Mr. Tilsbury.)
MR. TILSBURY. Are you all ready? I have telephoned for two taxi’s.
MRS. BROWN. Yes, indeed. Hurray for Woman Suffrage! This is the first time I have ever been in favor of it.