e should not only know but feel it.

"I ain't got me voting paper. Me an' Carry will go up for 'em
to-morrer," said grandma one evening from her arm-chair near the
fireplace.

There had been the usual meeting, and Ada Grosvenor and others had
called in to discuss it.

"Why, didn't the police deliver yours?" inquired Miss Grosvenor.

"No, we was missed somehow."

"Easy to see Danby wasn't on the racket of deliverin' electors'
rights, or you would have had two or three apiece," Andrew chipped in.

"I'm going for Walker straight," announced grandma. "He's temperance
at all events, and that is somethink w'en there ain't any
common-sense in any of them."

"If I had twenty votes I wouldn't give one to that Walker," said
Andrew. "All the women are after him because they think he's
good-lookin', an' he's got bandy legs. They clap him like fury, and
look round like as they'd eat any one that goes to ask him a question.
They seem to reckon he's an angel that oughtn't to be asked nothink he
can't answer. I believe they'd all kiss him an' marry him if they
could. I hate him. Vote for Henderson, he wouldn't give the women a
vote, and only men are workin' on his committee."

"Oh my, what's this!" exclaimed Dawn.

"Well, you know, the women _are_ making fools of themselves about this
Walker," said Ada Grosvenor, with her intelligently humorous laugh. "I
don't think much of him myself. In spite of his choice phrasing of the
usual hustings' bellowing, if women had not already the franchise he
would be slow to admit them on a footing of equality with men as
regards being. There are two extremes of men, you know. One thinks
that woman's position in life is to act squaw to her lord and master.
The other regards her as a toy--an article to be handed in and out of
carriages like choice china--a drawing-room ornament, to be decked in
wonderful gowns, and whose whole philosophy of existence should be to
add to the material delight of men. Walker is a representative of the
latter type, and old Hollis, who thinks that monkeys have as good a
right to vote as women, belongs to the other. At a surface glance
their views regarding women seem to be diametrically opposed, but to
me it has always appeared that they equally serve the purpose of
degrading the position of women. You should have seen how cruel
Walker looked to-night when an old man asked if he approved of women
entering the senate. He said _no_ like a clap of thunder."

It was