PAULINE. Get to work, you husband, get to work! (_ goes to tea table and eats and drinks during the following scene_) SUSAN. Fellow females! (_the girls ignore her. They chatter loudly with one another. Finally_ KATE's _voice is heard_) KATE. Well, I'll never speak to John again as long as I live. GRACE. Well, he can't be a bit worse than Arthur. Oh, I'm so mad at Arthur. I was so mad I could have slapped him. EDITH. What did he do, Grace? GRACE. I met him on Main Street, quite by chance, you know, and he said, "Hello, GRACE, you don't want an ice cream soda, do you?" And I said, "Oh, I don't care." And he said, "Oh, well, if you don't care!" IDA. The _horrid_ thing. I think boys are just too horrid for anything. I oo-ooed at George to-day, and he didn't OO-OO back at me at all. I'm through with George! EDITH. Imagine! When I Oo-oo at a boy and he doesn't OO-OO back I consider it a deadly insult. I suppose he was talking to some other girl. IDA. No, he wasn't! He was riding his motor cycle, and he was only two blocks away-- EDITH. Perhaps he didn't hear you. IDA. That's no excuse at all. When a girl oo-oos it is a boy's duty to hear. I always hear when George oo-oos. MAY. Certainly! Any gentleman would OO-OO back at a girl if she oo-ooed at him. KATE. I suppose you mean Henry would OO-OO back at you. You and Henry! MAY. Thank you, but I don't speak to Henry any more. I've sent _him_ about his business! I was going over to the tennis court yesterday, and I oo-ooed at him, and he said, "Where are you going, MAY?" and I said, "I'm going to play tennis, if I can find a partner." And what do you think _he_ said? GRACE. What did he say? MAY. He said, "Well, I'm sorry I can't go with, you!" All. Oh, how horrid! EDITH. Well, I've had all of _Sam_ I want! When I got home from school yesterday I sat on the front porch _all_ afternoon. Of course I expected Sam would happen to pass by. KATE. Of course. Any gentleman _would_ happen, to pass by. EDITH. Certainly. And there I sat. And sat. And sat. And no Sam came by. Oh, I was mad. And what do you think his excuse was? His mother had fallen down the cellar stairs and broken her arm. KATE. And he let that keep him home! Girls, I think the way the boys treat us is perfectly outrageous! There are whole minutes in every day when they don't think of us at all. GRACE. Oh, not _whole_ minutes. KATE. Well, parts of minutes, anyway. I understand that several times this term several of the boys almost knew their lessons. That couldn't happen if they thought of us _all_ the time. All. The horrid things! KATE. Well, for my part, I'm through with boys! I wish they were all--all extinct.