HORACE: Say, you don't want to start anything like that. Madeline's all
right. She and I treat each other rough--but that's being in the family.
FUSSIE: Well, I'll _tell_ you something. I heard Professor Holden say
Madeline Morton has a great deal more mind than she'd let herself know.
HORACE: Oh, well--Holden, he's erratic. Look at how popular Madeline is.
DORIS: I should say. What's the matter with you, Fussie?
FUSSIE: Oh, I didn't mean it really _hurt_ her.
HORACE: Guess it don't hurt her much at a dance. Say, what's this new
jazz they were springing last night?
DORIS: I know! Now look here, Horace--L'me show you. (_she shows him a
step_)
HORACE: I get you. (_He begins to dance with her; the book he holds
slips to the floor. He kicks it under the table_.)
FUSSIE: Be careful. They'll be coming back here, (_glances off left_)
DORIS: Keep an eye out, Fussie.
FUSSIE: (_from her post_) They're coming! I tell you, they're _coming!_
DORIS: Horace, come on.
(_He teasingly keeps hold of her, continuing the dance. At sound of
voices, they run off, right_. FUSSIE _considers rescuing the book,
decides she has not time_.)
SENATOR: (_at first speaking off_) Yes, it could be done.
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