"Ah, I was wrong," she smiled back at him. "I see you do know something about the present political situation. If you will kindly keep your questions till I have finished speaking, I shall be very happy to——"
"Yuss!" agreed a supporter. "Stow it, Jim, till the lidy's had 'er say."
"But I don't want to hear no bloomin' Suffragette," grumbled the youth, angrily conscious that the crowd was no longer with him.
"Then git out!" advised the crowd; and the speaker's voice was drowned for a minute or so in the altercation that followed.
"What's it all about?" asked one woman of another, at the edge of the crowd.
The other, encircling a large bundle with her arms, shook her head.
"I dunno," she said; "but I loves to 'ear 'em talk."
The woman on the sugar-box was just giving the obvious reply to another interrupter, who wanted to know how a woman could find time to vote if she had a husband and six children to look after.
"How does a man find time to vote, if he has a wife and six children to support?" she demanded; and the woman with the bundle nodded approvingly.
"Now she's talkin' sense, and I likes sense," she remarked to her companion. "I don't 'old with women bein' Prime Ministers, but I likes sense."