“I mean to be a sovereign American, myself, some day.”
He laughed and shook his head.
“I hope you are never going to become one of those discontented women whom I’ve heard of in America, who are engaged in a perpetual quarrel with their Creator because they were not born men.”
“Have you seen such women in America, sir?”
“No; but I have read some newspapers that made the charge.”
“Do you believe everything that you read in the papers? Daddie don’t.”
“I can’t say that I do.”
“God understands what He is about when He creates a girl, sir; and God didn’t create us to be the vassals of anybody. All we ask is a chance to do our best in everything, ourselves being the judges as to what that best shall be.”
“How old are you?”
“Almost sixteen.”