"You can't march here! Our line is full!" a voice said sharply. Ethel gasped and reddened, turned blindly to the file behind.
"Do you want to march with us?" somebody asked.
"Yes! Oh, thank you!"
"Fall right in. That's right, my dear—here, take one of my flags."
"You're awfully kind!"
"Hooray for the vote!"
Through eyes a little misty Ethel saw striding along at her side a sturdy little old lady in black. And she blessed her fervently. It was a thrilling marvellous time. In less than ten minutes she felt herself boon companions with every one in her line. But then, before she realized what it was that had happened, her group had reached the end of their march and had melted suddenly into a throng of chattering laughing women. Ethel stared about her blindly.
"Never mind," she decided, "I'm going to see more of this!"
And the next day she presented herself at suffrage headquarters.
"I want to work," she said to a girl at a desk. The girl looked up at her busily.