SUSAN. My child, the time for the great revolution is at hand. Woman is about to take her rightfully supreme place in the world. In me you see one of the leaders of the Militant Suffragettes. Can I count on you? KATE. I don't know. I think John Mason treated me just too mean--Oh! here Comes Grandma Gregg. SUSAN. Hush. Not a word of this! (_in a changed tone_). Yes, my dear, when his head aches take a handful of chopped ice, and fold it in a bandage-- (_Enter_ GRANDMA GREGG.) KATE, (_curtseys_) Good morning, Grandma Gregg. GRANDMA. Good morning, my dear. (GRANDMA _seats herself and begins knitting_. KATE _takes sewing from bag and sews_. SUSAN _picks up book from floor and begins to read_.) (_Enter_ GRACE.) GRACE. (_curtseys_) Good morning, GRANDMA GREGG. GRANDMA. Good morning, my dear. (GRACE _seats herself and sews. Enter_ EDITH _and_ IDA.) EDITH and IDA. (_curtsey_) Good morning, Grandma Gregg. GRANDMA. Good morning, my dears. (_Enter_ MAY _and other girls._) MAY and Other Girls, (_curtsey_) Good morning, Grandma Gregg. GRANDMA. Good morning, my dears. And now we are all here, have you all done your home work? Let me see it. (_the girls advance, by ones or twos and show their sewing_) GRANDMA. Very good--The stitches are a little too large, sweetheart-- This buttonhole might be a little neater, precious, etc. (_girls take seats again, and sew_) GRANDMA. Grace, will you act as monitor of the teapot? GRACE. Yes, Grandma Gregg. (_curtseys, and makes tea_) GRANDMA. Now, young ladies, will you repeat the Golden Text for the day? ALL. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." SUSAN. (_scornfully and aside_) Yes, feed the beast and he'll grin. GRANDMA. Kate, do you know your precept? KATE. (_curtseys_) A husband is a precious thing, He is the woman's lord and king. SUSAN. (_aside_) He was, but now he's no such thing. GRANDMA. GRACE? GRACE. (_with a curtsey_) A wife should never hem and haw, Her husband's word should be her law. SUSAN. (aside) Does any woman think that? Pshaw! GRANDMA. Next. EDITH. (_curtseys_) Woman within her home should stay Her duties there should be her play. SUSAN, (_aside_) That sentiment don't go to-day. GRANDMA. Next. IDA. (_curtseys_) The man is noble, strong and brave; Woman should be his loving slave. SUSAN. _That_ notion's in its little grave! GRANDMA. Very good, my darlings, (_she rises_) Edith, yesterday you could not tell me all the ingredients of bread. Do you know now what you omitted? EDITH. Yes, Grandma Gregg. Add a cup of butter. GRANDMA. Correct. IDA, if you had a husband and he came home very late, what would you do? IDA. (_curtseys_) I would pretend to be fast, fast asleep. GRANDMA. Yes. And what would you say the next morning? IDA. "Good morning, dear. I was asleep when you came in. I hope you had a pleasant evening." (GRACE _passes tea. Door bell rings._) GRANDMA. Now, Miss-- SUSAN. Susan Jane Jones.