Defeat of Suffrage Amendment.
Joyce met my eyes with a determined little smile.
"Not to-night, thanks," she said. "I've a lot of work to do before I go to bed."
"When shall I see you again?" I asked.
She held out a small gloved hand.
"You won't. It's good-bye."
"But why?"
"It's war à outrance."
"That's no concern of mine."
"Exactly. Those that are not with me are against me."