Hush. Not a word of this! (in a changed tone). Yes, my dear, when his head aches take a handful of chopped ice, and fold it in a bandage—

(Enter GRANDMA GREGG.)

KATE, (curtseys) Good morning, Grandma Gregg.

GRANDMA. Good morning, my dear. (GRANDMA seats herself and begins knitting. KATE takes sewing from bag and sews. SUSAN picks up book from floor and begins to read.)

(Enter GRACE.)

GRACE. (curtseys) Good morning, GRANDMA GREGG.

GRANDMA. Good morning, my dear.

(GRACE seats herself and sews. Enter EDITH and IDA.)

EDITH and IDA. (curtsey) Good morning, Grandma Gregg.

GRANDMA. Good morning, my dears.

(Enter MAY and other girls.)

MAY and Other Girls, (curtsey) Good morning, Grandma Gregg.

GRANDMA. Good morning, my dears. And now we are all here, have you all done your home work? Let me see it. (the girls advance, by ones or twos and show their sewing)

GRANDMA. Very good—The stitches are a little too large, sweetheart— This buttonhole might be a little neater, precious, etc. (girls take seats again, and sew)

GRANDMA. Grace, will you act as monitor of the teapot?

GRACE. Yes, Grandma Gregg. (curtseys, and makes tea)

GRANDMA. Now, young ladies, will you repeat the Golden Text for the day?

ALL. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

SUSAN. (scornfully and aside) Yes, feed the beast and he'll grin.

GRANDMA. Kate, do you know your precept?

KATE. (curtseys)

SUSAN. (aside) He was, but now he's no such thing.

GRANDMA. GRACE?

GRACE. (with a curtsey)

SUSAN. (aside) Does any woman think that? Pshaw!

GRANDMA. Next.

EDITH. (curtseys)

SUSAN, (aside) That sentiment don't go to-day.

GRANDMA. Next.

IDA. (curtseys)

SUSAN. That notion's in its little grave!

GRANDMA. Very good, my darlings, (she rises) Edith, yesterday you could not tell me all the ingredients of bread. Do you know now what you omitted?

EDITH. Yes, Grandma Gregg. Add a cup of butter.

GRANDMA. Correct. IDA, if you had a husband and he came home very late, what would you do?

IDA. (curtseys) I would pretend to be fast, fast asleep.

GRANDMA. Yes. And what would you say the next morning?

IDA. "Good morning, dear. I was asleep when you came in. I hope you had a pleasant evening."

(GRACE passes tea. Door bell rings.)

GRANDMA. Now, Miss—

SUSAN. Susan Jane Jones.

GRANDMA. Don't forget your curtsey, Miss Jones. (SUSAN curtseys) You may take the class now, Miss Jones, and give it instruction in the proper treatment of husbands. Inculcate ideas of meekness and gentleness.

SUSAN. Oh, I'll inculcate. Have no fear of that. (Enter PAULINE. She has a telegram which she hands to GRANDMA. Also has the dummy, which she throws on the floor carelessly.)

PAULINE. Here's your husband.

GRANDMA. My dear child, you should not handle a husband in that manner.

PAULINE. I'll not be handling that husband in any manner very long, mam. I'm going to quit my job. Nothing but scrub, scrub, mop, mop, from morning to night. Look at them young ladies, a drinkin' tea and me doin' the scrub work. I'm