"Not unless I took one out of an asylum. I've thought of that, but I guess it ain't the same thing."
"Are you all alone?" Virgie asked gravely.
Ernestine nodded and added in a burst of confidence to Milly,—
"And it is lonely, I can tell you, coming home every night from your work to find just a hired girl waitin' for you and your food on the table!"
To which Milly made some commonplace rejoinder, and as another pause threatened she remarked pleasantly,—
"Where do you suppose I was last night, when I should have been at home looking after my little girl? At a suffrage meeting. Wasn't that like the modern mother?"
"Were you at that swell Mrs. ——'s house with all those big-bugs?" Ernestine questioned excitedly.
"Yes.... There were speeches about the suffrage,—the reasons why woman should have the vote, you know."
"I read all about it in the paper this morning."
Milly recalled what the interesting stranger had said to her about the point of view of actual women workers, and inquired,—