Mary. Well, you never will be if you act like this. (Turns suddenly) Oh, Mrs. Baxter, how-do-you-do? Why, when did you come in?
Mrs. Baxter. About two hours ago.
Mary. You don't mean to tell me that you were here all that time and I not seeing you? Well, well, isn't that funny? But, by the way, Mrs. Baxter, are you still of the same idea regarding Woman Suffrage?
Mrs. Baxter. I still maintain what I have told you over and over again. A woman's place is in her home. (Yawns) To be candid, it would, indeed, bore me to have to vote, and broaden my mind, as you say. I have so many social affairs to attend I really find no time for your clubs.
Mary. You are too lazy. All you are good for is to——
Mrs. Baxter (stamps foot). How dare you insult me like that. I am my own mistress, and I can do as I please. What do you do? You go around demanding your rights, while your hus——
Mary (excited). I will not have a mean, gossiping woman like you, who would much rather go around to—— (Miss Prune enjoying it)
Miss Worker (comes between two). For shame! (Prayerful attitude) Oh Lord, forgive them. It would be better for both of you to go your own way without molesting one another.
Mrs. Baxter. Yes, I intend going my way. But I insist upon an apology from this woman.
Mary. Why should I apologize to you? Ah, my cause, my noble cause! (Stands on chair) Three cheers for Woman Suffrage and may she rule from one corner of the earth to the other! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!