NORA: Don't you think you and Frankel might shake hands now, like good
comrades?
FRANKEL [_with hostility_]: Sure, I'll shake hands with him!
SIMPSON: Well, I just as soon.
MRS. SIMPSON: Don't you do it, Henry!
SIMPSON: Well, but he's a comrade.
MRS. SIMPSON: Well, you can't help that! You don't have to shake hands
with him.
SIMPSON: Well, consider it done, Frankel. Consider it done!
CARTER: That's right, that's right! We can leave it to the meeting.
SHOMBERG: You bet you can! You goin' my way, Frankel?
[FRANKEL, _joining him, speaks to_ MRS. SIMPSON.]
FRANKEL: I s'pose you're going to come to the meetin', Mrs. Simpson?
MRS. SIMPSON: Ain't my place where my husband is?
FRANKEL: Well, you don't git no vote!
MRS. SIMPSON: There's goin' to be a motion introduced for the wives _to_
vote.
FRANKEL: Watch it pass! Good-bye, Mr. Gibson!
[GIBSON _nods._ FRANKEL _goes away with_ SHOMBERG.]
SIMPSON: Good-bye, Mr. Gibson! All this don't amount to much. It'll all
be settled to-morrow.
MRS. SIMPSON: Good-bye, Mr. Gibson! [_And as they go out the gate_]: You
bet your life it'll be settled! If that wall-eyed runt thinks he can
walk over _me_--
CARTER [_looking after them, laughing_]: Well, she's an awful
interfering woman! And she ain't the only one. If they'd all stay home
like my wife things would be smoother, I guess. Still, they're smooth
enough. [_Going_]: If you want to see that, Mr. Gibson, we'll be glad to
have you look in at the meeting.
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