"No, it ain't right; married ladies ought not to go short, but we always do. Boards and Organization ladies think as men keeps us. Granny says they most always did in her day, and rich people does still, I suppose, but it ain't the fashion down our street, and it falls 'eavy on the woman what with earning short money and being most always confined. My son says as it's the laws as is old, and ought to be swept somewhere into limbo, not as I understands it, being no scholard."
"Here we are at last! Ain't it a joyful sight to see the 'eavens and the earth, and no 'ouses in between; it always feels like Sunday in the country."
"YOUR SON'S YOUR SON"
My little son is my true lover—
It seems no time ago since he was born.
I know he will be quick and happy to discover
The world of other women and leave me forlorn!
Sometimes I think that I'll be scarcely human