“That is entirely different,” said the president. “Did Ibsen, Browning or Wagner ever do anything for the advancement of woman, I’d like to know?”
“Of course not,” said the blue-eyed girl, promptly. “How very absurd!”
“Besides, our club is laid out on entirely new lines,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin.
“Yes, isn’t it?” returned the president; “Oh, girls, I quite forgot to tell you that we shall have to pay rent for this room if we hold our meetings here, and we haven’t made any provision for paying it.”
“But what is the use of making provision, when it isn’t due yet?” asked the blue-eyed girl.
“Why—er, that is very true,” said the president; “I only wish I was as good a business woman as you!”
“Oh, I often feel that I have a great deal to learn yet,” said the blue-eyed girl, modestly. “By the way, Evelyn, what did your husband say when you told him that you had decided to join a club?”
“He said—Oh, girls, I’m almost ashamed to tell you, but then Tom is only a man, after all. He said: ‘Then, may the Lord have mercy upon my wretched digestion!’”
“As if women had nothing to do but cook and keep house! when lots of us know nothing about either of them,” said the girl with the classic profile, indignantly. “Girls, I wonder why it is that if a woman studies law or anything like that, somebody is sure to say that she is going outside of her sphere, while nobody thinks anything of the kind if a man becomes a chef or invents a food for infants?”
“Oh, if you expect logic from a man!” said the president, shrugging her shoulders; “however, I expected it, too, before I was married. I know better now.”