Jen. (stamping foot). Oh! is there anything in the world so stupid as a man?
Jim. Stupid! I have a good mind to get mad.
Jen. (turning her back to him). I would if I were you.
Jim. Well, I— (Goes up C., then returns.) No, I can't get mad with you, Jennie. But won't you please just remember how you went on about the tyranny of the sex, and all that sort of thing, and then don't blame me if I thought you wanted to tyrannize a little. I am sure that wasn't stupid.
Jen. It was absurd, then. I only want my share, that's all.
Jim. Is that all? Oh, Jennie (gets down on knees), if you will only marry me, you shall have your share, yes, and a little more.
Jen. My share of being trampled on, do you mean?
Jim. Who said anything about being trampled on? Well, your share of trampling, if you must have it.
Jen. I think it is just awful of you to say that I am a tyrant.
Jim (jumping up). Good gracious, there you go again! How you do fly off. When did I ever say any such thing?