FUSSIE: (_not out from under the table_) Oh, I was just looking for a book. SENATOR: Quite a place to look for a book. FUSSIE: (_crawling out_) Yes, it got there. I thought I'd put it back. Somebody--might want it. SENATOR: I see, young lady, that you have a regard for books. FUSSIE: Oh, yes, I do have a regard for them. SENATOR: (_holding out his hand_) And what is your book? FUSSIE: Oh--it's--it's nothing. (_As he continues to hold out his hand, she reluctantly gives the book_.) SENATOR: (_solemnly_) Matthew Arnold? Nothing? FUSSIE: Oh, I didn't mean _him_. SENATOR: A master of English! I am glad, young woman, that you value this book. FUSSIE: Oh yes, I'm--awfully fond of it. (_Growing more and more nervous as in turning the pages he nears the poem_.) SENATOR: I am interested in you young people of Morton College. FUSSIE: That's so good of you. SENATOR: What is your favourite study? FUSSIE: Well--(_an inspiration_) I like all of them. SENATOR: Morton College is coming on very fast, I understand. FUSSIE: Oh yes, it's getting more and more of the right people. It used to be a little jay, you know. Of course, the Fejevarys give it class. Mrs Fejevary--isn't she wonderful? SENATOR: I haven't seen her yet. Waiting here now to meet her. FUSSIE: (_worried by this_) Oh, I must--must be going. Shall I put the book back? (_holding out her hand_) SENATOR: No, I'll just look it over a bit. (_sits down_) FUSSIE: (_unable to think of any way of getting it_) This is where it belongs. SENATOR: Thank you. (_Reluctantly she goes out_. SENATOR LEWIS _pursues Matthew Arnold with the conscious air of a half literate man reading a 'great book'. The_ FEJEVARYS _come in_) FEJEVARY: I found my wife, Senator Lewis. AUNT ISABEL: (_she is a woman of social distinction and charm_) How do you do, Senator Lewis? (_They shake hands_.) SENATOR: It's a great pleasure to meet you, Mrs Fejevary. AUNT ISABEL: Why don't we carry Senator Lewis home for lunch? SENATOR: Why, you're very kind. AUNT ISABEL: I'm sure there's a great deal to talk about, so why not talk comfortably, and really get acquainted? And we want to tell you the whole story of Morton College--the good old American spirit behind it. SENATOR: I am glad to find you an American, Mrs Fejevary. AUNT ISABEL: Oh, we are that. Morton College is one hundred per cent American. Our boys-- (_Her boy_ HORACE _rushes in_.) HORACE: (_wildly_) Father! Will you go after Madeline? The police have got her! FEJEVARY: _What!_ AUNT ISABEL: (_as he is getting his breath_) What absurd thing are you saying, Horace? HORACE: Awful row down on the campus. The Hindus. I told them to keep their mouths shut about Abraham Lincoln. I told them the fact they were quoting him-- FEJEVARY: Never mind what you told them! What happened?