But Grace was no fanatic. She met them afterward, and told of her experience gleefully.
"You should have been with me, Mary," she said.
Porter rose in his wrath. "What has bewitched you women?" he demanded. "Do you all believe in it?"
And now Leila piped, "I don't want to march. I don't want to do the things that men do. I want to have a nice little house, and cook and sew, and take care of somebody."
They all laughed. But Porter surveyed Leila with satisfaction.
"Barry's a lucky fellow," he said.
"Oh, Porter," Mary reproached him, as he helped her down from her high seat on the stand.
"Well, he is. Leila couldn't keep her nice little house any better than you, Mary. But the thing is that she wants to keep it for Barry. And you—you want to march on the street—and laugh—at love."
She surveyed him coldly. "That shows just how much you understand me," she said, and turned her back on him and accepted an invitation to ride home in the Jeliffes' car.
On the day of the Inauguration, the same party had seats on the stand opposite the one in front of the White House from which the President reviewed the troops.