"Very well, anything for fun," she responded with dancing eyes; and as Ernest had the horse in I got into the sulky and said—
"There is room for three here, Mr Eweword, and we would be glad of you to put the horse out when we get home."
He took the reins and a seat, and moved aside to make room for the loitering Dawn, but she said—
"No, I'll walk; I must keep Carry company, and she doesn't want to come just yet."
"Drive on," I commanded, and there was nothing for the entrapped "Dora" to do but obey.
I saw Carry go on with another escort. "Will you permit me to see you to your gate?" I heard Ernest saying as we went, and Dawn asserting that it was unnecessary.
It was a beautiful starry night, with a prospect of a slight frost, as we turned down the tree-lined streets of the friendly old town, whose folk on their homeward way dawdled in knots to discuss the interposition of the women's vote.
"Now the women will do strokes," said one.
"The men have things in such a jolly muddle it will take a long time to improve them," another retorted.
"The women will make bloomin' fools of themselves!"