to care about the things I cared about, but she's not
going to."

"She's very fond of you."

"Not as fond as she is of Margaret."

Peter longed to dispute this, but he could not in honesty.

"She's a suffragist."

"She's so lukewarm she might just as well be an anti. She's naturally
reactionary. Women like that aren't much use. They drag us back like
so much dead weight."

"I suppose Eleanor has been a disappointment to you," Peter mused,
"but she tries pretty hard to be all things to all parents, Beulah.
You'll find she won't fail you if you need her."

"I shan't need her," Beulah said, prophetically. "I hoped she'd stand
beside me in the work, but she's not that kind. She'll marry early and
have a family, and that will be the end of her."

"I wonder if she will," Peter said, "I hope so. She still seems such
a child to me. I believe in marriage, Beulah, don't you?"

Her answer surprised him.

"Under certain conditions, I do. I made a vow once that I would never
marry and I've always believed that it would be hampering and limiting
to a woman, but now I see that the fight has got to go on. If there
are going to be women to carry on the fight they will have to be born
of the women who are fighting to-day."

"Thank God," Peter said devoutly. "It doesn't make any difference why
you believe it, if you do believe it."

"It makes all the difference," Beulah said, but her voice softened.
"What I believe is more to me than anything else in the world,
Peter."

"That's all right, too. I understand your point of view, Beulah. You
carry it a little bit too far, that's all that's wrong with it from my
way of thinking."

"Will you help me to go on, Peter?"

"How?"

"Talk to my aunt and my mother. Tell them that they're all wrong in
their treatment of me."

"I think I could undertake to do that"--Peter was convinced that a
less antagonistic attitude on the part of her relatives would be more
successful--"and I will."

Beulah's eyes filled with tears.

"You're the only one who comes anywhere near knowing," she said, "or
who ever will, I guess. I try so hard, Peter, and now when I don't
seem to be accomplishing as much as I want to, as much as it's
necessary for me to accomplish if I am to go on respecting myself,
every one enters into a conspiracy to stop my doing anything at all.
The only thing that makes me nervous is the way I am thwarted and
opposed at every turn. I haven't got nervous prostration."

"P