“I suppose it’s our duty to,” replied Molly; “but I do hate to pin myself down. Suppose we say we’ll go to one and listen?”
“Well, you’d better settle it now, because here comes the President sailing up the walk. She’s going the rounds now, I suppose, and in another two minutes she’ll be springing the question on us.”
Judy, who was sitting at the front window of her own room, nodded down into the yard and smiled politely, and the girls had just time to settle among themselves what they were going to say when there was a smart rap on the door and President Wakefield entered.
She wore rather masculine-looking clothes, and carried a business-like small-sized suit case in one hand and a notebook in the other.
“Hello, girls!” she began; “I’m so glad I caught you together. It saves telling over the same thing three times. I want to know first exactly how you stand on the woman’s suffrage question. Now, don’t be afraid to be frank about it, and speak your minds. Of course, I’m sure that, being women who are seeking the higher education, you are all of you on the right side—the side of the thinking woman of to-day——”
Here Judy sneezed so violently that she almost upset the little three-legged clover-leaf tea table at her elbow.
“How do you feel on the subject, Molly?”
Molly smiled broadly, while Nance cleared her throat and Judy blew her nose and exclaimed:
“I think I must be taking cold. Excuse me while I get a sweater,” and disappeared in the closet.
“I—I’m afraid I don’t know very much about the subject, Margaret. You see, I was brought up in the country, and I haven’t had a chance to go into woman’s suffrage very deeply.”