I heaved a sigh of relief and chucked my magazine under the chair.
"I'd begun to think there weren't any men left. And they still wear trousers, don't they?"
She laughed outright.
"Oh, yes. They wear just as many trousers as they did before."
"And what do the women wear," I demanded suspiciously.
"Whatever kind of clothing their work demands," she answered.
"Their work? What kind of work do they do?"
"All kinds—anything they like."
I groaned and shut my eyes. I could see the world as I left it, with only a small proportion of malcontents and a large majority of contented and happy homes; and then I saw this awful place I was coming to, with strange, masculine women and subdued men.
"How does it happen that there aren't any on this ship?" I inquired.