"Miss Bell is right! This is the true presentation of the subject, 'by one who knows.' Miss Bell has pricked our pretty bubble so thoroughly that we don't know where we're standing--but she knows! Housework is a business--like any other business--I've always said so, and it's got to be done in a business way.

Now I for one--" but Miss Eagerson was rapped down by the Presidential gavel; as Mrs.Thaddler, portentous and severe, stalked forward.
"It is not my habit to make public speeches," she began, "nor my desire; but this is a time when prompt and decisive action needs to be taken.
This Club cannot afford to countenance any such farrago of mischievous nonsense as we have heard to-day.

I move you, Madam President, that a resolution of condemnation be passed at once; and the meeting then dismissed!" She stalked back again, while Mrs.Marrow of Boston, in clear, cold tones seconded the motion.
But another voice was heard--for the first time in that assembly--Mrs.
Weatherstone, the pretty, delicate widower daughter-in-law of Madam Weatherstone, was on her feet with "Madam President! I wish to speak to this motion." "Won't you come to the platform, Mrs.Weatherstone ?" asked Mrs.
Dankshire graciously, and the little lady came, visibly trembling, but holding her head high.
All sat silent, all expected--what was not forthcoming.
"I wish to protest, as a member of the Club, and as a woman, against the gross discourtesy which has been offered to the guest and speaker of the day.

In answer to our invitation Miss Bell has given us a scholarly and interesting paper, and I move that we extend her a vote of thanks." "I second the motion," came from all quarters.
"There is another motion before the house," from others.
Cries of "Madam President" arose everywhere, many speakers were on their feet.

Mrs.Dankshire tapped frantically with the little gavel, but Miss Eagerson, by sheer vocal power, took and held the floor.
"I move that we take a vote on this question," she cried in piercing tones.