"Well?" she asked eagerly, shutting the door. "Are they going to boycott us?"
"I don't think so," he answered. "I told them how it started. As far as I can find out, the strike here is a local affair. The men I saw disclaimed any knowledge or responsibility for it.
"Of course, I pointed out that women had the vote now, and that boycotts were catching…. But I don't think you need worry.
"They're splendid men—all of them. I'm sure you'd like them, Mary. They are all interested in what you are doing, but I think they are marking time a little—waiting to see how things turn out before they commit themselves one way or the other."
Mary thrilled at that.
"More than ever now it depends on me," she thought, and another surge of greatness seemed to lift her like a flood.
The judge's voice recalled her.
"On my way back," he was saying, "I stopped in New York and engaged a firm of accountants to come and look over the books. They are busy now, but I told them there was no hurry—that we only wanted their suggestions—"
"I had forgotten about that," said Mary.
"So had I. What do you suppose reminded me of it?"