"I should say it was time," replied Mrs. Stout. "Up to now we've talked about everything from here to Halifax 'cept business."
"The other sex," continued Mrs. Tweedie, after listening a moment to be sure that her domestic affairs were running smoothly, or, at least, noiselessly, "the other sex," she repeated, "have their lodges and clubs, why should not we band ourselves together in a similar manner, and become, in the community, a great power for good?"
"Excuse me," interrupted Mrs. Stout, "but don't you think it's terrible hot here? I'm 'most melted."
Miss Sawyer looked up in astonishment.
"Why, Mrs. Stout, I am positively chilly," she said, coughing dismally.
"I will open a window." Mrs. Tweedie spoke impatiently as she got up and attempted to raise a window. It resisted her efforts. "Really, I can't imagine why it will not open—I'll try the other." She did so, but again her efforts were unsuccessful.
"I guess it's the damp weather," suggested Mrs. Stout.
"I suppose it is," replied Mrs. Tweedie, as she went to the door and called for Dora, and then by way of explanation turned to the ladies and added, "Dora is very strong."
"Did you call, ma'am?" asked Dora, a moment later, as she appeared in the doorway.
"Yes, I want you to open a window," Mrs. Tweedie replied, shortly. Dora advanced on one of the stubborn windows and exerted all her strength. Conversation ceased, all eyes were upon Dora. Failing at one window, she attempted another with the same result. The windows could not be opened by woman.