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.  There is that surplus, and as long as Morton College is socially valuable—­right here above the steel works, and making this feature of military training—­(he has picked up his hat) But your Americanism must be unimpeachable, Mr Fejevary.  This man Holden stands in the way.

FEJEVARY:  I’m going to have a talk with Professor Holden this afternoon.  If he remains he will—­(it is not easy for him to say) give no trouble. (MADELINE returns) Oh, here’s Madeline—­Silas Morton’s granddaughter, Madeline Fejevary Morton.  This is Senator Lewis, Madeline.

SENATOR:  (holding out his hand) How do you do, Miss Morton.  I suppose this is a great day for you.

MADELINE:  Why—­I don’t know.

SENATOR:  The fortieth anniversary of the founding of your grandfather’s college?  You must be very proud of your illustrious ancestor.

MADELINE:  I get a bit bored with him.

SENATOR:  Bored with him?  My dear young lady!

MADELINE:  I suppose because I’ve heard so many speeches about him—­’The sainted pioneer’—­’the grand old man of the prairies’—­I’m sure I haven’t any idea what he really was like.

FEJEVARY:  I’ve tried to tell you, Madeline.

MADELINE:  Yes.

SENATOR:  I should think you would be proud to be the granddaughter of this man of vision.

MADELINE:  (her smile flashing) Wouldn’t you hate to be the granddaughter of a phrase?

FEJEVARY:  (trying to laugh it off) Madeline!  How absurd.

MADELINE:  Well, I’m off for tennis.

(Nods good-bye and passes on.)

FEJEVARY:  (calling to her) Oh, Madeline, if your Aunt Isabel is out there—­will you tell her where we are?