"But he went; just like a goat."
"That's one of the things that men can do, I suppose," said Priscilla. "But I don't see any great glory in being like a goat."
"I do. I should like to be able to go, and I think I'll try. It is so mean to be dainty and weak."
"I don't think it at all dainty to keep dry feet."
"But he didn't get his feet wet," said Nora. "Or if he did, he didn't mind. I can see at once that I should be giddy and tumble down if I tried it."
"Of course you would."
"But he didn't tumble down."
"He has been doing it all his life," said Priscilla.
"He can't do it up in London. When I think of myself, Miss Stanbury, I am so ashamed. There is nothing that I can do. I couldn't write an article for a newspaper."
"I think I could. But I fear no one would read it."