"'Alex,' she said, 'we've made a mistake, you and I. But it isn't too late to mend it now.'
XII
"'I hope, Calliope,' said Postmaster Silas Sykes to me, 'that you ain't in favour of women suffrage.'
"'No, Silas,' says I, 'I ain't.'
"And I felt all over me a kind of a nice wild joy at saying a thing that I knew a male creature would approve of.
"Silas was delivering the groceries himself that day, and accepting of a glass of milk in my kitchen doorway. And on my kitchen stoop Letty Ames—that had come home in time for the Proudfit party—was a-sitting, a-stitching away on a violet muslin breakfast-cap. It was the next day after the party and my regular wash-day and I was glad to be back in my own house, washing quiet, with Emerel Daniel to help me.
"'At school,' says Letty, 'everybody was for it.'
"'I know it,' says Silas, gloomy. 'The schools is goin' to the dogs, hot-foot. Women suffrage, tinkerin' pupils' teeth, cremation—I don't know what-all their holdin' out for. In my day they stuck to 'rithmetic and toed the crack.'