because she liked it, and because she
did not know that it was despotic. It saved her the exertion of making
decisions for herself, and her conscience was always quite clear. "The
Doctor will not let me," she had told the women when they had asked
her to play for the Sunday services at the mission. "The Doctor
thought it was too cold for me to go out," had been her explanation
when on one occasion she had failed to appear at a concert where she
had promised to play the accompaniments; and in time people ceased to
ask her to do anything, her promises were so likely to be broken.

When the Suffrage agitators went to see her and tried to show her that
she needed a vote, she answered all their arguments by saying, "I have
such a good husband that these arguments do not apply to me at all";
and all their talk about spiritual independence and personal
responsibility fell on very pretty, but very deaf, ears. The women
said she was a hopeless case.

"I wonder," said one of the women afterwards in discussing her, "when
Mrs. Winters presents herself at the heavenly gate and there is asked
what she has done to make the world better, and when she has to
confess that she has never done anything outside of her own house, and
nothing there except agreeable things, such as entertaining friends
who next week will entertain her, and embroidering 'insets' for
corset-covers for dainty ladies who already have corset-covers enough
to fill a store-window,--I wonder if she will be able to put it over
on the heavenly doorkeeper that 'the Doctor would not let her.' If all
I hear is true, Saint Peter will say, 'Who is this person you call the
Doctor?' and when she explains that the Doctor was her husband, Saint
Peter will say, 'Sorry, lady, we cannot recognize marriage relations
here at all--it is unconstitutional, you know--there is no marrying or
giving in marriage after you cross the Celestial Meridian. I turned
back a woman this morning who handed in the same excuse--there seems
to have been a good deal of this business of one person's doing the
thinking for another on earth, but we can't stand for it here. I'm
sorry, lady, but I can't let you in--it would be as much as my job is
worth.'"

Upon this happy household, as upon some others not so happy, came the
war!--and Dr. Winters's heroic soul responded to the trumpet's call.
He was among the first to present himself for active service in the
Overseas Force. When he came home and told his