Mary. She will not go. She is coming with me. (Puts arm around Alice) There's a dear. Won't you come to the lecture given by Dr. Weeks this evening on "What Woman Will Do With the Vote"?
Alice. I'll tell you what I will do. I shall go to neither place. Come now, you two shake hands and be good friends.
Mrs. Baxter. I will n——
Alice. For the land's sake, why keep up this pretense any longer? You know right well, Mary, that you are dying to know where Mrs. Baxter bought her new hat. (Mrs. Baxter and Mary look at one another; both laugh)
Mary. You are right, Alice. Although we rave and clamor for our rights, we are still only women down deep in our hearts.
Mrs. Baxter. And, although I try to make people think I would not be bothered about Woman's Rights, I am still enough of a woman not to want a man to get anything over on me. Well, come along, Mary; I have a new gown to show you.
Mrs. Baxter.}
Mary. } Good-bye, Alice dear, wish you luck.
[EXIT Mrs. Baxter and Mary c.d., chatting gaily
Alice. Well, those two are beyond me. A few minutes ago they were fighting like two bitter enemies, and now they go off like two of the best friends. Well, strange things do happen. (Turns to table) Oh dear, what has happened to my stenographer and—oh!—oh!—where have my papers and letters disappeared to? (Spies Miss Prune in corner) So, there you are. Will you kindly tell me the meaning of this? What have you done with my papers?
Miss Prune. Burned them.