Maude (near tears). I can't get a new voice for this old essay!
Miss H. Yes, you ought to; you ought to be made over if you're going to graduate!
Mrs. De S. Do go on; I am very fond of the next part.
Maude (continues). "We stand upon the brink–"
Miss R. More rapidly there, "We stand upon the brink!"
Maude (in exact imitation). "We stand upon the brink."
Jack (ditto). That is, if we don't fall off–
Maude Make Jack be still or I–I–can't!
Jack Beg your pardon, but really, 'a brink,' you know.
Maude "We stand upon the brink–who can guess what say the dashing waters beneath? Who can interpret the silence of the eternal stars? We rest in the walley–valley, who can understand the whispering of the leaves? Who can read the secrets of the ocean blue? O, deep are the inner meanings,–deep, deep are the mysteries of nature, infinite are the suggestions of life!"