Miss R. Stand straighter, Miss Maude–so.
Jack I think that's awkward,–looks as if she were going to cry "Lay on, Macduff!"
Maude Why, Jack Hamilton!
Mrs. De S. Jack's only joking. Why don't you go on?
Maude "Life's Inner Meanings," (then, very rapidly). "As a traveler among the mighty mountains, fails to realize the height to which he has climbed, so we, in Life's dusty pathway, cannot estimate the distance we have traveled. Among life's bright flowers, its rugged slopes, its pleasant walleys–valleys, its dangerous pitfalls, we cannot realize the magnitood–tude–magnitude of the common things about us." (Stops, breathless.)
Miss R. Don't sway so. Hold the body firm.
Mrs. De S. There's no hurry, child.
Jack That pace would kill!
Miss R. (to Professor Grindem). Her voice is not deep enough. It lacks impressiveness.
Grindem Yes, it lacks power–power, I should say.