And getting back to their own affairs Stud asked, "Are you going to the church supper this evening?"
"No ..." said Halleck slowly. "Something about church suppers makes me feel ... Martha was always the center of everything, you know."
"I know," Stud said.
"You don't appreciate a woman until you've lost her," Halleck said quietly.
"No," said Stud, "I don't suppose you do."
"You're apt to take her for granted."
"Sarah's happy," Stanley said. "We get along all right."
"It isn't just getting along all right," the lawyer said, gazing down upon the street where small boys jubilant with spring were fighting, roller-skating, and playing marbles; little girls skipping rope, and chalking squares for sky-blue. "It's treating a woman like another human being. Like an individual."
He swung his chair to face his life-long friend.
"You ain't thinking of taking up woman suffrage, are you?" Stud asked with mild sarcasm. "Not Pankhurst and Belle La Follette and that sort of thing?"