Of course you are. Miss Lane says
so. She says it is your splendid heritage gives you this impulse to do a
beautiful thing for the race. She says you are doing in your way what
the great teachers and preachers behind you did in theirs.
CLAIRE: (_who is good for little more_) Well, all I can say is, Miss
Lane is stung.
ELIZABETH: Mother! What a thing to say of Miss Lane. (_from this
slipping into more of a little girl manner_) Oh, she gave me a spiel one
day about living up to the men I come from.
(CLAIRE _turns and regards her daughter_.)
CLAIRE: You'll do it, Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH: Well, I don't know. Quite a job, I'll say. Of course, I'd
have to do it in my way. I'm not going to teach or preach or be a stuffy
person. But now that--(_she here becomes the product of a superior
school_) values have shifted and such sensitive new things have been
liberated in the world--
CLAIRE: (_low_) Don't use those words.
ELIZABETH: Why--why not?
CLAIRE: Because you don't know what they mean.
ELIZABETH: Why, of course I know what they mean!
CLAIRE: (_turning away_) You're--stepping on the plants.
HARRY: (_hastily_) Your mother has been working awfully hard at all
this.
ELIZABETH: Well, now that I'm here you'll let me help you, won't you,
mother?
CLAIRE: (_trying for control_) You needn't--bother.
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