"Would it change your opinion of my qualities and character, if I admitted I was? I did not say I was, I only ask you if it would make a difference to you with what I really am?"
"Well, I don't know anything about the matter except what my mother said to her friends at a card party one day. She didn't understand how women could lecture and parade and ask for the vote when they could have a good time at home playing bridge and going out shopping, or taking a week-end trip to some friend's country house."
Miss Miller never said a word in reply neither did she tell Nita whether she was a suffragist, or just a pleasure-seeking woman.
"Dear me, what was it we were talking about when we got switched off the track!" said Elena.
"Chestnuts!" laughed Zan, the others joining her.
"I see a hickory tree—I'll choose that if you're through with other subjects," said Nita.
"All right, and we will give you first choice to tell us all about the tree," replied Miss Miller, as they forced a way through the undergrowth until the tree was reached.
"I don't know a thing about it except that I like the nuts."
"How did you know it was a hickory tree if you were not familiar with the bark or leaves," asked Miss Miller.
"I heard Zan say so and point it out to Jane as being a splendid tree for nuts in the fall," replied Nita.