Hilda. I put the teapot in the basket.
All (in surprise). You?
Hilda. All my life that teapot has stood for what I detest. I wanted to be free from traditions and stupid conventions and antiques. I was going away (glancing at Dean); but I didn't, so the teapot had to.
Mr. T. Well, this is news to me. Professor Gates, I fear that you will have to take your bride without the teapot.
Prof. G. (beaming). To tell the truth, Sue and I hardly need even so priceless a gift as the teapot to make our happiness complete. (Takes Sue's hand.)
Mr. T.
Mrs. T.
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(in surprise). Sue?
Sue. Oh, Algernon!
Mr. B. (wonderingly). Say, the Professor can't be a Mormon.