"'Every child that's born belongs to you,' says Letty to me, solemn.
"'Go on,' says I, to draw her out. 'I wouldn't own most of the little jackanapesses.'
"'But you do,' says Letty, 'and so do I! So does every woman, mother or not.'
"She set the little violet muslin cap on her head to try it, and swept up and made me a little bow. Pretty as a picture she looked, and ready for loving.... I always wonder if things ain't sometimes arranged to happen in patterns, same as crystals. For why else should it be that at that instant minute young Elbert Sykes, Silas's son, that was home for the party and a little longer, come up to my door with a note from his mother—and see Letty in the violet cap, bowing like a rose?
"While they was a-talking easy, like young folks knows how to do nowdays, I read the note; and it was about what had started Silas to talking suffrage. Mis' Sykes had opened her house to a suffrage meeting that evening, and Mis' Martin Lacy from the City was a-going to talk, and would I go over?
"'Land, yes,' I says to Elbert. 'Tell her I'll come, just for something to do. I wonder if I can bring Letty, too?'
"'Mother'd be proud, I know,' says Elbert, looking at her like words, and them words a-praising. They had used to play together when they was little, but school had come in and kind of made them over.
"'So,' says he to Letty, bantering, 'you're in favour of women voting, are you?'
"She broke off her thread and looked up at him.
"'Of course I am,' she says, giving a cunning little kitten nod that run all down her shoulders.