Women for votes

by Elizabeth Hughes

MRS. BROWN. Except that they haven’t the gold.

MRS. THOM. They can melt their jewelry. It would be better than wearing it like a bought Circassian slave.

MRS. BROWN. Well, I think that when all the other women go to Paris, I shall stay in New York. It would be rather nice to be the only woman in New York with all the bankers.

MRS. TILSBURY. Don’t think you will be the only one to have that bright thought, Imogene; you will probably find plenty of other women staying behind to keep you company.

MRS. THOM. I regret to say it, Mrs. Brown, but women like you are the drag on the wheel of progress.

MRS. BROWN. Well, that is better than to be a broken tire, Mrs. Thom; the wheels stop altogether then.

MRS. THOM. A broken tire? I do not understand what you are trying to say.

MRS. BROWN. Why, Mr. Becker says——

MRS. THOM. I am not interested in what Mr. Becker says. Women who act as phonographs for men are not in my line. Good-bye, Mrs. Tilsbury. I will come in to see Mildred in a day or two. Don’t forget about the check, please. To my order, Mary Henrietta Thom.