There hev been women in the world who have done something. There was the Queen of Sheba, who was excelled only by Solomon, and all that surpassed her in him wuz that he could support 3,000 women.
Bless Solomon’s heart! I’d like to see him do it now. Where could he find a house big enough to hold ’em with their dozen Saratoga trunks apiece?
How shall we gain our lost rights and assume that position in the world to which we are entitled to?
Oh, my sisters, these is a question upon which I have cogitated long and vigorously.
We might do it by pisonin’ all the men, but we would be robbed of one-half of our triumph, for they wouldn’t be alive to see how well we did things without ’em.
We might resolve to do no more of the degradin’ work they have imposed onto us. But if we didn’t, who would?
One week’s eatin’ what they would cook, would sicken any well-regulated woman, and besides, they might not let us eat at all.
Matrimony, thus far in the world’s history, has been our only destiny.
I am glad I had always strength of mind enough to resist all propositions leadin’ to my enslavement.
I had too much respect for myself to make myself the slave of a man.