She's no Muse! She must be mocking!
MUSE (sternly, having lost her temper by this time)
I am a goddess. Trifle not with me.
ELDERLY LADIES (with resolute tolerance)
She looks like a pupil of Isadora Duncan,
But she says she's a goddess; what folly we'd be sunk in
To believe a word she says; she needs broad'ning, we conjecture—
My dear, come with us to Miss Rittenhouse's lecture!
MUSE (lifting her arms angrily)