"You mean that I don't!"
"Do you?"
"Yes! I'm thinking of George! Do you want him killed in the trenches—in a war with Germany or Japan?"
"Are you utterly mad?" demanded Edith.
"No, I'm awake—my eyes are open! But yours are shut so tight, my dear, you can't see what has happened! You know this war has made us poor and your own life harder, but that's all. The big thing it has done you know nothing about!"
"Suppose you teach me," Edith said, with a prim provoking little smile. Deborah turned on her angrily:
"It has shown that all such mothers as you are out of date and have got to change! That we're bound together—all over the world—whether we like it or whether we don't! And that if we want to keep out of war, we've got to do it by coming right out of our own little homes—and thinking, Edith, thinking!"
"Votes for women," Edith said. Deborah looked at her, rose with a shrug.
"All right, Edith, I give up."
"Thank you. I'm not worth it. You'd better go back to your office now and go on with your work of saving the world. And use every hour of your time and every dollar you possess. I'll stay here and look after my children."