The Sweet Girl Graduates Part 12

_Maude_ What is it? A woman might as well live on--on Vesuvius!

_Jack_ George Graham is in the New York legislature!

_Maude_ Professor George De Witt Graham!

_Jack_ (reading while he speaks). The same, my dear. We're to banquet him; it seems he's made a big speech.

_Maude_ He was very handsome, and nice to us girls. He pulled us all through chemistry.

_Jack_ (absently). Yes, he was a good wire puller. And now he's Senator, Senator in New York. That's great.

_Maude_ How do you know? Is that from him?

_Jack_ This is the Alumni Letter.

_Maude_ Alumni?

_Jack_ (slowly and elaborately). Yes, my dear, the Alumni Letter,--Alumni. We graduated in 1902,--possibly you remember the circ.u.mstances. You ought to.

_Maude_ How long ago it seems,--how long, long ago!

_Jack_ Thank you. It is. Three years.

(Silence. He stirs coffee.)

_Maude_ The lace for my dress gave out,--do you remember? And I wore Paris muslin and Mamma was sick.

_Jack_ It was a great day! You remember your Aunt?

_Maude_ Poor Aunty! I can see her now--so 'fraid I would forget--sitting on the edge of her chair! And those lemon drops,--I thought I should faint when Bob brought 'em up!

_Jack_ Yes, I remember how his shoes squeaked! And Bob would usher!

_Maude_ Poor Aunty, I hope she is happier now out among the Hottentots.

Aren't they Hottentots?

_Jack_ (with scholarly precision). Your Aunt, my dear, is in Korea.

Korea is an island just east of--

_Maude_ (vaguely). Well aren't the Hottentots there, too? I thought they were all together over there somewhere,--all fat and dusty together, with their queer hats like plates,--all praying and embroidering lovely silks.

_Jack_ As I was saying, Korea is east of--of Asia.

_Maude_ (taking another biscuit). Asia was always hard for me. The rivers had such dreadful names! "1902! 1902! We are the people, who are you?" What fun we had! Let's go back!

_Jack_ Haven't time. You write 'em greetings and so on, and enclose three dollars. I wonder where old Grindem is?

_Maude_ Old Grindem! You remember his side whiskers? I couldn't bear that man! He was horrid on Commencement day--wouldn't wait one second!

Not one second! And Valeria, (she sighs heavily). Poor Valeria!

_Jack_ (cheerfully). You looked mighty pretty that day. You didn't need any lace.

(She sighs gently and shakes her head.)

_Jack_ (with desperate cheerfulness). And your hair was like gold,--and those lilies-of-the-valley! I remember I went so far as to think of Solomon. How is it? "Solomon in all his glory--all his glory was--was--Solomon was"--how is it?

_Maude_ "Was not arrayed like one of these."

_Jack_ O yes--"like one of these," of course. "Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." You were a sort of female Solomon.

Not a Mrs. Solomon,--perish the thought!

_Maude_ (reproachfully). Jack!

_Jack_ (still cheerfully). Who gave you those lilies? Come on--tell me now. This is a sort of anniversary when "all things shall be made clear." Old Bulbus?

(She braces herself with visible effort.)

_Jack_ It was awfully hard on me, your just carrying my roses and putting old Bulbus' lilies in your Solomon hair.

_Maude_ They weren't B-B-Bulbuses.

_Jack_ Honest?

_Maude_ H-honest.

_Jack_ (gravely). Whose were they?

(Silence. Maude twists her napkin.)

_Jack_ (more gravely). Whose were they, Mrs. Hamilton?

_Maude_ You won't be mad?

_Jack_ Do I get "mad"? I am not a two-year-old!

_Maude_ Nor cross?

_Jack_ Whose lilies were those, I ask!

_Maude_ (sitting very erect). I am going to tell you!

_Jack_ (a trifle viciously). See that you do.

_Maude_ Hal sent those lilies.

_Jack_ (incredulous). Hal Taylor?

_Maude_ (with a dead period). Hal Taylor.