I represent fifty thousand women voters of this city--" (This was a favourite phrase of Mrs.Buncomhearst's, though it had never been made quite clear how or why she represented them.) "We want to help, we women.

You know we've any amount of initiative, if you'll only tell us what to do.

You know, Mr.Fyshe, we've just as good executive ability as you men, if you'll just tell us what to do.
Couldn't we hold a meeting of our own, all our own, to help the league along ?" "An excellent idea," said Mr.Fyshe.
"And could you not get three or four men to come and address it so as to stir us up ?" asked Mrs.Buncomhearst anxiously.
"Oh, certainly," said Mr.Fyshe.
So it was known after this that the women were working side by side with the men.

The tea rooms of the Grand Palaver and the other hotels were filled with them every day, busy for the cause.

One of them even invented a perfectly charming election scarf to be worn as a sort of badge to show one's allegiance; and its great merit was that it was so fashioned that it would go with anything.
"Yes," said Mr.Fyshe to his committee, "one of the finest signs of our movement is that the women of the city are with us.