Miss Worker. Ah, my dear Mrs. Baxter, I cannot believe——
ENTER Mary c.d.
Mary. Hello, everyone. Where's Miss Berning?
Miss Prune. Not in at present. But make yourself at home.
Mary. Don't speak to me of home. Home is only a figure of speech. Why who ruins the home of to-day? (Excited) It is man, man, MAN; it is MAN ruining everything. Why did we have such a hard time to get the vote? It was because he will have to part with some of his ruining ways. I say, give me freedom of vote or give me DEATH.
Miss Prune. Well—well—then be—eh—make yourself comfortable.
Mary. How can I be comfortable, when all around me I see women stretching forth their hands to us to help them, now that we got the vote? They work and slave for man and what does he do for them in return? Nothing. (Miss Prune and Miss Worker both jump; Mrs. Baxter bored) They are paid a few dollars but nothing more. Were we allowed to direct, to have a voice in the Government? No. We were good enough as playthings, helpmates or slaves for man, but when it came to anything higher we were scoffed down. Oh, now that we've got the vote we will show them. I ask you (To Miss Prune) are we not man's equal in everything?
Miss Prune. I—I—guess so. (Mrs. Baxter amused; Miss Worker nervous)
Mary. Ah, you make me sick. (Shakes Miss Prune) Wake up! Get some spunk into you! Demand your rights! Speak up! Have some aim in life! Don't you ever want to raise yourself higher, become someone who will be well worth knowing?
Miss Prune. Ye—yes, ma'am.