All. Oh, how horrid!
EDITH. Well, I've had all of _Sam_ I want! When I got home from school
yesterday I sat on the front porch _all_ afternoon. Of course I expected
Sam would happen to pass by.
KATE. Of course. Any gentleman _would_ happen, to pass by.
EDITH. Certainly. And there I sat. And sat. And sat. And no Sam came
by. Oh, I was mad. And what do you think his excuse was? His mother had
fallen down the cellar stairs and broken her arm.
KATE. And he let that keep him home! Girls, I think the way the boys
treat us is perfectly outrageous! There are whole minutes in every day
when they don't think of us at all.
GRACE. Oh, not _whole_ minutes.
KATE. Well, parts of minutes, anyway. I understand that several times
this term several of the boys almost knew their lessons. That couldn't
happen if they thought of us _all_ the time.
All. The horrid things!
KATE. Well, for my part, I'm through with boys! I wish they were
all--all extinct.
SUSAN, (_rapping on table with her umbrella_) Ladies! Fellow females!
I have heard what you said. Your wrongs are enormous, but what does man
live for but to oppress us? We are down-trod, down-trod by man, that
worm that like a roaring lion seeks to cast dust in our eyes with his
soaring wings while he rends our heart with his cruel beak! Shall we,
ladies, be slaves to a worm?