Got their nerve--I'll
say--quoting Lincoln to us.
SENATOR: The fact that they are quoting it shows it's being misapplied.
HORACE: (_approvingly_) I'll tell them that. But gee--Lincoln oughta
been more careful what he said. Ignorant people don't know how to take
such things.
(_Goes back with book_.)
FEJEVARY: Want to take a look through the rest of the library? We
haven't been up this way yet--(_motioning left_) We need a better
scientific library. (_they are leaving now_) Oh, we simply must have
more money. The whole thing is fairly bursting its shell.
DORIS: (_venturing in cautiously from the other side, looking back,
beckoning_) They've gone.
FUSSIE: Sure?
DORIS: Well, are they here? And I saw them, I tell you--they went up to
science.
FUSSIE: (_moving the_ SENATOR'S _hat on the table_) But they'll come
back.
DORIS: What if they do? We're only looking at a book. (_running her hand
along the books_) Matthew Arnold.
(_Takes a paper from_ FUSSIE, _puts it in the book. They are bent with
giggling as_ HORACE _returns_.)
HORACE: For the love o' Pete, what's the joke? (_taking the book from
the helpless girl_) Matthew Arnold. My idea of nowhere to go for a
laugh. When I wrote my theme on him last week he was so dry I had to go
out and get a Morton Sundee (_the girls are freshly attacked, though all
of this in a subdued way, mindful of others in the library_) Say, how'd
you get that way?
DORIS: Now, Horace, don't you _tell_.
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