Do ye have to do it? PROFESSOR No; I chose it. I’m very happy in it. SARAH What I’d loike to know is why I’ve got to scrub and mop all the day? _I_ don’t do it for pleasure. PROFESSOR (_Failing to see the human analogy_) Somebody’s got to keep the Museum clean. SARAH (_Seeing him blow off some clay from bench_) Yes. Some o’ us is born to wipe up other people’s dirt, and some’s born to make it. (_Wiping it._) Why can’t everybody clean up his own dirt, says I? Maybe they wouldn’t be makin’ so much. PROFESSOR I daresay you’re right. (_Over by the_ BRONTOSAURUS.) You’ve forgotten to run your rag over this platform. SARAH (_Rebelliously_) Ye don’t git me inside th’ rail with that dirty heathen. PROFESSOR The superintendent tells me he’s had to remind you every day. SARAH (_Her revolt rises_) If I’ve got to go inside there alone ye can tell ’im I’m through. There’s plenty of dirty places in the world what needs cleanin’ and if I’ve got to mop I’m going to do me own pickin’ of dirt an’ places. PROFESSOR (_Firmly_) But you forget you’re paid for this. SARAH If ye’ll pardon my saying so I ain’t paid to go rubbin’ agin’ the slats of that dirty heathen loike you. I’m paid me two an’ a quarter a day to wash up people’s tracks. Two an’ a quarter a day, mind ye, by this place what owns jewels and things they wraps up in satins and laces what honest people could git some comfort out of--and the cost of livin’ mountin’ high as St. Peter himself. PROFESSOR (_Impatiently_) If you won’t keep it clean, there are plenty of scrubwomen who will. SARAH Ye care more for the looks of that dirty heathen than ye do for my feelin’s. PROFESSOR (_Outraged_) Sarah! You forget there are only a few fossils like this in existence! I don’t want to have to report you for lack of respect. SARAH Shure, it’s not ye I’m not respectin’--it’s that other inhuman beast. PROFESSOR Now be a sensible girl and run your rag over it. SARAH (_Sullenly as her revolt subsides_) Oh, all roight. It’s seein’ it in me sleep I am as it is. (_She slowly picks up the mop and pail and goes under the rail, cautiously rubbing the platform with wide stretched arms._) PROFESSOR Around the feet, Sarah. SARAH They’re so big it’s glad I am they’ve put a brass rail around ’im so he can’t be prowlin’ about at night trackin’ the place up. It’s bad enough some of the people what come here to see him. PROFESSOR But you have less to clean up than some of the other girls. (_Sighing._) So few people wander in this out of the way section. SARAH Ye don’t think anyone would be fool enough to look at these corpses for pleasure, do ye? PROFESSOR I suppose not. SARAH Even though it means more work to my poor back, I’m goin’ to ask to be put over where the cases of butterflies are. When I was a-scrubbin’ around them I could be thinkin’ that I was out among the daisies, instead of hangin’ ’round a morgue. PROFESSOR