(As Mr. De Smythe appears, Professor Grindem and Jack go out, in deep converse.)
Maude I am!
Mr. De S. Oh, no, you're not,–not by the R.I.P. Railroad! (cheerfully). You won't be permitted to, Miss! Doesn't the dress fit?
Maude (with intense scorn). The dress! Oh, Papa, my piece!
Mr. De S. O, you're piece! Say it to me! I haven't heard it today.
Maude You're making fun of me!
Miss H. The child is worn out.
Maude I am not worn out! I am not a baby! (collapses). I wish I was d-d-dead!
Mrs. De S. O dear! O dear! Maudie, child!
Maude I just w-wish I was.