(GRACE passes tea. Door bell rings.)
GRANDMA. Now, Miss—
SUSAN. Susan Jane Jones.
GRANDMA. Don't forget your curtsey, Miss Jones. (SUSAN curtseys) You may take the class now, Miss Jones, and give it instruction in the proper treatment of husbands. Inculcate ideas of meekness and gentleness.
SUSAN. Oh, I'll inculcate. Have no fear of that. (Enter PAULINE. She has a telegram which she hands to GRANDMA. Also has the dummy, which she throws on the floor carelessly.)
PAULINE. Here's your husband.
GRANDMA. My dear child, you should not handle a husband in that manner.
PAULINE. I'll not be handling that husband in any manner very long, mam. I'm going to quit my job. Nothing but scrub, scrub, mop, mop, from morning to night. Look at them young ladies, a drinkin' tea and me doin' the scrub work. I'm tired of being scholar, I am.
GRANDMA. (after reading telegram) You are tired of being a scholar, are you, PAULINE?
PAULINE. Yes'm. I'm sick of it. I've learned this scrubbin' lesson from the cellar up.