PAULINE, (curtseys) Fine, mam. They're learning new tricks every day.
GRANDMA. (picking up dummy and laying it over chair back) Very good. But I wouldn't wear a bandeau on my hair if I were you, Pauline. I don't like these ribbons bound around the head of young girls. They make them look like pirates. (PAULINE starts uneasily)
PAULINE. Pirates, mam? What a notion!
GRANDMA. Pirates, or Italian ditch diggers.
PAULINE, (boldly) Well, mam, let it be pirates, then. Pirate is what I am. (hesitates) Grandma Gregg, you've always been good to me, barring the scrubbing and mopping and blacking shoes and stoves. If I was you, mam, I'd pack some clothes, so as to be ready for the sea voyage.
GRANDMA. Me? A sea voyage?
PAULINE. Yes'm. (curtseys) This Susan Jane Jones is not what she seems, mam. I let on, mam, I was of her way of thinking, mam, but I ain't. A husband is good enough woman's rights for me, mam. A nice, quiet, well-behaved husband like that one there is all I want.
GRANDMA. I don't understand you.
PAULINE. Susan Jane Jones is a Militant Suffragette, mam.
GRANDMA. A Militant Suffragette? In this academy?