"That's what I dunno," says Mis' Toplady. "Leave us find out."
"Well," says Mis' Sykes, "my part, expositions and conventions are horrible to me. I'm no club woman, anyhow," says she, righteous.
All the keeping still I ever done in my life when I'd ought to wouldn't put nobody to sleep. I spoke right up.
"Ain't our Sodality a club, Mis' Sykes?" I says.
"Oh, our little private club here," says Mis' Sykes, "is one thing—carried on quiet and womanly among ourselves. But a great big public convention is no place for a woman that respects her home."
"Why," I says, "Mis' Sykes, that was the way we were arguing when clubs began. It took quite a while to outgrow it. But ain't we past all that by now?"
"Women's homes," she says, "and women's little home clubs are enough to occupy any woman. A convention is men's business."
"It is if it is," says I, "but think how often it is that it ain't."
Mis' Toplady kept on, thoughtful.
"Anyway, I been thinking," she says, "why don't we leave the men join Sodality?"