But Kate drew back smilingly.
"Yes," she said significantly, "I believe in woman's rights."
She held on to the baby, and Mrs. Dennison, putting on her hat and coat, went in search of a nursing-bottle.
On the way home, Mrs. Dennison, who was of the last generation, and Kate, who was of the present one, talked the matter over.
"She didn't seem to understand that she had been talking 'woman's rights,'" mused Kate, referring to Mrs. Finn. "The word frightened the poor dear. She didn't see that fatal last word of her 'love, honor, and obey' had her where she might even have to give her life in keeping her word."
"Well, for my part," said Mrs. Dennison, in her mellow, flowing tones, "I always found it a pleasure to obey my husband. But, then, to be sure, I don't know that he ever asked anything inconsiderate of me."
"You were a well-shielded woman, weren't you?" asked Kate.
"I didn't need to lift my hand unless I wished," said Mrs. Dennison in reminiscence.
"And you had no children--"
"But that was a great sorrow."