Scrub. Mop. Scrub. (_She looks up at the_ BRONTOSAURUS.) Keepin’ watch on me, too, ye dirty heathen. Grinnin’ there every day at me a-scrubbin’ and moppin’. (_She raises the rag, in momentary revolt, as though she were about to throw it at the skull. But she stops sullenly as she mechanically resumes her work._) Ye dirty heathen ... me a-scrubbin’.... (_As she finds a hairpin and sticks it in her hair_, PROF. POHL _enters, carrying a small plaster cast in which is embedded the outlines of a fossil_. PROF. POHL, _the curator, is a short, round-shouldered man nearing sixty. He is absorbed in his scientific interest, devoid of conscious humor and fundamentally inclined to be impatient with anything that has not been dead for at least several million years._) PROFESSOR Good afternoon, Sarah. SARAH (_Mumbling half to herself resentfully, as he walks over where she has just mopped_) And I was just after a-moppin’ up that place. PROFESSOR You’re cleaning up earlier than usual. SARAH Wipe ’em up as they comes, says I: it’s easier in the end. PROFESSOR But I’m expecting over two hundred soldiers here this afternoon. SARAH (_Astonished_) Here? What’s the matter with ’em? PROFESSOR They’re slightly wounded. SARAH Shure: that explains it. PROFESSOR All the theaters are entertaining them so I’ve invited them here. I thought the soldiers might enjoy having me personally show them through the paleontological section. Dr. Taylor has volunteered to explain the mummies. SARAH What between these dead ’uns and them ould ladies the boys’ll be havin’ a foine time, all roight. PROFESSOR I thought it might be edifying, too. SARAH (_As she resumes her mopping_) They’ll be a-makin’ more work for me; but footprints is footprints no matter who makes ’em. PROFESSOR (_Looking in case at the right_) Now where’s that card? (_He tries to get key out of pocket to open case but he is afraid of breaking the cast._) Sarah, will you assist me? SARAH Me! Touch one of them dead corpses? PROFESSOR No; no. That’s so; you’d get them wet. (_She watches him as he goes to bench and lays the cast down carefully on the handkerchief he has spread for it. Then he goes over to case, opens it with a key, returns for cast and puts it with care and affection in the case._) SARAH Ye’d be a-thinkin’ it was a baby ye was puttin’ to bed. PROFESSOR (_Admiring them_) All these are my children, Sarah. SARAH (_Mumbling as she looks up at the_ BRONTOSAURUS) I’d see a doctor about it if I was their mother. PROFESSOR There. (_He closes the case._) That’s a very rare Pterodactyl. (_She is somehow not impressed._) I’ve reconstructed it from five tiny bones found in Oregon. SARAH (_Wringing mop with a contemptuous look at him_) Why go to all that trouble? PROFESSOR I’m afraid you wouldn’t understand. I study fossils, Sarah, because it is my profession--just as scrubbing is yours. SARAH