“Lady Somebody has classified her husband’s books, with a catalogue—his papers fill five rooms; think of the work before her.”
“But that is not for herself,” demurred Judith.
“I believe Judith would like to be famous,” said Jean with a laugh. “Bensalem is such a little spot to her.”
“A lady is about to translate King Oscar of Sweden’s works into English; would you like to do that, Judith?” asked Mrs. Lane, who felt that she had been a friend of Judith MacKenzie’s ever since Jean Draper had known her and written of their girlhood together.
“Not exactly that,” said Judith.
“The first woman rabbi in the world is in California. She has been trained in a Hebrew College; Rabbi Moses, the celebrated Jewish divine in Chicago, urges her to take a congregation.”
“Then how can the men give thanks in their prayers that they are not born women?” asked Judith quickly.
“Do the Jews do that?” inquired Jean.
“Yes. But I don’t believe old Moses did, or this Rabbi Moses,” said Judith.
“A lady has received the degree of electrical engineer,” continued Mrs. Lane, who appeared to both her listeners to be a Cyclopedia of Information Concerning Women.