“Nor I,” said the girl with the classic profile.
“Mercy, no,” said the girl with the eyeglasses.
“If anybody is sorry for having hurt my feelings, I am quite ready to forgive it,” said the girl with the Roman nose.
“And so am I,” said the brown-eyed blonde.
“Then, I don’t see that any of us need resign,” said the president. “Does anybody remember the topic under discussion?”
“‘The Pioneer New Woman,’” said the blue-eyed girl, “and a very interesting topic it is, I’m sure.”
“Hear, hear,” said the girl with the Roman nose, as she tucked her handkerchief into her belt.
“One thing is always a mystery to me,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin; “why does no female creature ever acknowledge that she is a new woman until she is quite an old one?”
“Oh, well, by that time her years will entitle her to a seat in a street car, even if she wears bloomers,” thoughtfully replied the president.
“Who really was the pioneer new woman?” asked the girl with the classic profile.