Dr. E. But really, my good girl, I do not believe you think in your heart quite so meanly of Jim as your words would signify. In your zeal for your own sex, do not be unjust to ours, for remember that is the very thing you condemn in us. (Exit, C.) Jen. (half crying). Well, Jim, I don't see what on earth you wanted to go and make me out so horrid to the doctor for. Just because I think a good deal of his opinion, I suppose. Jim. There, now! oh, dear! how you do fly off, to be sure. Make you out horrid? I, who would think you was perfect if you would only let up a little once in a while on me about your rights. Jen. Yes, and you went and made the doctor think that I not only wanted my rights, which I do, but yours, too, which I don't. Jim. You don't? I'm sure I thought you did. Jen. (stamping foot). Oh! is there anything in the world so stupid as a man? Jim. Stupid! I have a good mind to get mad. Jen. (turning her back to him). I would if I were you. Jim. Well, I-- (Goes up C., then returns.) No, I can't get mad with you, Jennie. But won't you please just remember how you went on about the tyranny of the sex, and all that sort of thing, and then don't blame me if I thought you wanted to tyrannize a little. I am sure that wasn't stupid. Jen. It was absurd, then. I only want my share, that's all. Jim. Is that all? Oh, Jennie (gets down on knees), if you will only marry me, you shall have your share, yes, and a little more. Jen. My share of being trampled on, do you mean? Jim. Who said anything about being trampled on? Well, your share of trampling, if you must have it. Jen. I think it is just awful of you to say that I am a tyrant. Jim (jumping up). Good gracious, there you go again! How you do fly off. When did I ever say any such thing? Jen. Well, Jim, supposing--just supposing, you know--that I should make up my mind to marry you-- Jim. Oh, Jennie! If you only would. The very idea makes me so happy, I--I could jump way to the ceiling. (Holds out arms to embrace her, she runs under them.) Jen. Could you? Well, don't be in too much of a hurry, because it might hurt you when you came down, for you know I was only _supposing_. Jim. Jennie, do you want to see me pine to a shadow and blow away with love? I can't stand this sort of thing any longer. I will go away to California, that's what I will do! Jen. (coquettishly). But, Jim, don't you think you had better wait until I get through _supposing_? Jim. Wait! I will wait until I am bald if you will only promise to have me then. Jen. Dear me, I shouldn't want you _then_. In fact, I couldn't think of having you any way, if I thought you would _ever_ be bald!