"Why do you want to vote, Jean?" asked the judge, as he would begin with a witness.
"Why do you want to vote, father?" sharply replied the girl.
"Why, my vote is my individuality in the body politic. I could not do without my vote," said the judge, with a slight hesitation.
"Do you not suppose I want some individuality, too?" came the prompt retort.
The judge laughed.
"I have every reason to believe you do," he said.
"Do you not suppose that I would not like to help make the laws that govern me?" asked Jean, taking upon her the role of inquisitor.
"Men can make enough laws for both sexes, I guess," was the reply, uttered in a tone that carried a suspicion of dismissal.
"I guess they can," persisted Jean; "but what sort of laws have they been? Heathenish, some of them!"
"For instance?"