I've had a nerve-racking day.
MADELINE: Isn't that too bad? Those speeches were so boresome, and that
old senator person--wasn't he a stuff? But can't you go home now and let
auntie give you tea and--
FEJEVARY: (_sharply_) Madeline, have you no intelligence? Hasn't it
occurred to you that your performance would worry me a little?
MADELINE: I suppose it was a nuisance. And on such a busy day.
(_changing_) But if you're going to worry, Horace is the one you should
worry about. (_answering his look_) Why, he got it all up. He made me
ashamed!
FEJEVARY: And you're not at all ashamed of what you have done?
MADELINE: Ashamed? Why--no.
FEJEVARY: Then you'd better be! A girl who rushes in and assaults an
officer!
MADELINE: (_earnestly explaining it_) But, Uncle Felix, I had to stop
him. No one else did.
FEJEVARY: Madeline, I don't know whether you're trying to be naive--
MADELINE: (_angrily_) Well, I'm _not_. I like that! I think I'll go
home.
FEJEVARY: I think you will not! It's stupid of you not to know this is
serious. You could be dismissed from school for what you did.
MADELINE: Well, I'm good and ready to be dismissed from any school that
would dismiss for that!
FEJEVARY: (_in a new manner--quietly, from feeling_) Madeline, have you
no love for this place?
MADELINE: (_doggedly, after thinking_) Yes, I have.
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