Maude (doing likewise). I do hope I won't drop anything. How was that?
Miss R. (hesitating). A trifle–just a trifle–well, er-stiff. Of all things, a lady must rise well.
Jack Yes, not as if she were shot out of a cannon!
Maude Jack, you keep still!
Miss R. Try it again–so. (illustrates). Bend from the waist.
(Maude does so amid solemn silence.)
Jack (graciously). That was better.
Miss R. Now, go on.
Maude (reading). "Life's Inner Meanings."
Miss R. Louder and more deliberately. "Life's Inner Meanings."