Second Graduate. Of course Toby was fine and Malvolio and Maria—
Fifth Graduate. Well, then, with three fine ones I should think—
Second Graduate. But Olivia and Sebastian and Orsino were such sticks—
Fourth Graduate. Still, those third and fourth and fifth scenes in the second act were beautiful.
Second Graduate. But the others were so plain. They just stacked on the good ones. Still, I suppose they did the best they could. Mary Vanderveer has just slaved over it.
Fifth Graduate. We know what that is!
Second Graduate. Well, honestly, I think this is a prettier play than ours, but I do feel that ours was a little better done! Here, let's see Sue in this. I think she's pretty good.
¶ The curtain has fallen on the Fifth Act. Malvolio and Viola come out of their dressing-room to the street, and slip out of a crowd of ushers and under-class girls. A general flutter of congratulation and sympathy follows them.
Oh, Miss Jackson, it was great! Simply fine! Susy, my child, say what you'd like and it's yours!—Where's Lida Fosdick?—Lida! Dick! She's gone long ago. Where's Toby? Gone, too. Somebody has some flowers for her. Oh, take 'em up to the Wallace!—Well, good-night! Wasn't it grand!—Grand! There's Betty! Hi, Betty! Oh, Miss Twitchell, it was so—
Miss Twitchell, mechanically. So glad, so glad you liked it—we loved to do it! Oh, yes! Oh, dear, no! Just a little, yes. The making-up was so long. Mother—thank you, thank you—Mother, where is the carriage? Oh, thank you so much!