Pardon me, Madam Chairman, but it seems to me your daughter’s views as to whether Anna should have gone with Luciano or not are wholly irrelevant. They do not concern us. They are unimportant. Now, Giacosa— MRS. FESSENDEN. Pardon me, Mrs. Brokmorton, you may be right technically, but I am a mother first, chairman of this class second. There is a far higher question involved than consideration of a play. I shall put the question to each one! [_She fixes MISS JENNINGS with her eye._] Miss Jennings, do you? MISS JENNINGS. [_With a gulp. She has been weeping off and on from the general intensity and the difficulty of keeping her minutes._] No. MRS. FESSENDEN. Mrs. Stedman, do you? MRS. STEDMAN. No!! MRS. FESSENDEN. Mrs. Brokmorton, do you? MRS. BROKMORTON. Of course not; but it doesn’t matter— MRS. BENNETT. [_Badly scared, feeling she has precipitated the row. She wants to say “No,” and almost does so, then, recalling she must stand by MISS FESSENDEN, she murmurs_:] I don’t think so. MRS. FESSENDEN. You don’t think so! That means you agree at heart, but don’t dare say so? Am I right? MRS. BENNETT. No, no! Oh, dear! MRS. FESSENDEN. It would seem the younger generation does not know the meaning of the word S-I-N. [_Hurly-burly begins again._] MRS. FESSENDEN. Order! Order! CURTAIN. EXTREME UNCTION _Played for the first time on October 23 and 24, 1914, by Miss ISABEL MCBIRNEY, Miss VOLNEY FOSTER, Mrs. EDWARD POPE, Mrs. HENRY HUBBARD, and Mr. ROSECRANS BALDWIN._ EXTREME UNCTION. CHARACTERS: A DYING PROSTITUTE A SALVATION ARMY LASSIE A SOCIETY LADY A DOCTOR A NURSE SCENE: _The screened space around a high, narrow bed in a hospital ward. Record-card hanging above. The screens have anti-septic white sheets over them._ _When the curtain rises the nurse is straightening and tucking in with uncomfortable tightness the white counterpane of the bed. On the bed, with eyes closed, lies what is left of a girl of eighteen or twenty. The nurse takes the thermometer from the girl’s mouth, looks at it, shakes her head, and makes a record note on the chart. She gives the girl water to drink and leaves her with a final pull to straighten the bedclothes. The girl tosses restlessly, moans a little and impatiently kicks at and pulls the bedclothes out at the foot, exclaiming, “God, I wish they’d lemme ’lone!”_ [_THE LADY enters._] THE LADY. Hattie dear, were you sleeping? No? See, I’ve brought you some roses. Aren’t they fresh and sweet? Shall I put them in water? THE GIRL. I don’ want ’em! THE LADY. All right, dear. We’ll just put them aside. I know sometimes the perfume is too strong if one isn’t quite oneself. Shall I read to you? THE GIRL. If you want to. THE LADY. What shall I read? THE GIRL. I don’ care. THE LADY. A story, perhaps? THE GIRL. All right—fire it off. THE LADY.