Uncle. Oh! does he?
Aunt. Did you know that even the mobs are trained very carefully? Bertha says she goes to rehearsals all the time. And the principal parts—Malvolio worked six hours with Mr. Clark one day and eight the next. And Viola had to do more. And the stage committee slave, Henry, they simply slave. Little Esther Brookes is worn to a shadow—not but what they love to do it.
Uncle. And when did Malvolio and Viola and the stage committee do their studying?
Aunt. Oh, they keep up with their work. It's a point of honor with them, Bertha says. Of course they can't do quite so much, I suppose—
Uncle. I suppose not.
Aunt. But Bertha says that they would give up anything in college sooner than that. Viola and Malvolio, both of them, say that they regard it as the most valuable training they've gotten up here. They say it's quite the equal of any of their courses.
Uncle. Ah! do they?
¶ Curtain rises on a very elaborate garden scene of arbors and flowers; frantic applause, doubled at the entrance of Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
Group of cynical alumnæ on fire-escape.
First Alumna. As for that Sir Toby—