PAULINE. And I know what Rudiments is. It's scrubbin'. No, mam, nothin' like them has come yet. "All alone. All alone—" (sings) (exit PAULINE)
GRANDMA, (knits) Dear me! Dear me! I thought when I started this Academy the girls would flock to it most eagerly. When I was a young girl my mother would have been glad to have an academy like this for me to attend. I don't know what the world is coming to. Suffragists and Suffragettes, and Suffrage—this and Suffrage—that! If this academy wasn't sustained by the Anti-suffrage League it would have to close its doors. (sees a book on table, takes it in hand) "Woman and Her Rights." (with disgust) Augh! Who brought that here? (throws it on floor) I declare, I believe this is the last stronghold of the old-fashioned home-loving woman. I teach the girls to be good wives, (door bell rings) (enter PAULINE)
PAULINE, (curtseys) If you please, mam, there's a female at the door says she is the new Professor of Husbandology. It's Susan Jane Jones, mam.
GRANDMA. Show her in, Pauline.
PAULINE. Yes'm.
GRANDMA. Don't forget your curtsey, Pauline.
PAULINE. No'm. (curtseys) (exit PAULINE)
GRANDMA. I hope Susan Jane Jones will be a real nice lady. There's nothing in the world more necessary than lessons on the Proper Treatment of Husbands. Women don't seem to know how to treat husbands now-a-days. They neglect 'em, the poor things. When I was a girl—(enter Susan Jane Jones.)
SUSAN. (strides into room with umbrella held by middle and hand bag under one atm. Slaps them on table, and begins pulling off her gloves) Well, here I am—
GRANDMA. (mildly) Don't forget your curtsey, Miss Jones.