"You were there this morning, I believe, father," Jean answered, coolly.
"I believe I was, but that is no reason you should go. It is no fit place for a decent woman."
"I will admit that, father, and I will go a little further and say it is no fit place for a decent man either."
"Men have grown used to such sights and sounds as are seen and heard around a polling place."
"I suppose so. But if decent men can grow used to such things and escape contamination, I think decent women can do the same; and if decent men cannot I suppose you would advise them to stay away from the polls."
"No; no, indeed. The bad element largely predominates now, and it is the duty of every good citizen to stand by his colors at the ballot box. But we will not discuss the matter further. The fact remains the same. Of course you are of age and can go where you choose, yet I am nevertheless displeased."
"I am sorry that you are displeased, father, and if my doing so will afford you any satisfaction, I will promise you that I will not be caught in such a howling mob again until I can go as an equal of some of the specimens I have seen today."
Jean removed her hat and jabbed the hat pin into it with some asperity.
"I have been grossly insulted," she said.