Aunt Barbara, this is a queer world, and there are queer people in it.

I thought I was sure of Abby, she used to protest so strongly against the tyranny of men, and say she should like nothing better than protecting females who were asserting their own rights.

I was asserting mine, and I went to her for sympathy.

She was glad to see me at first, and petted and fondled me just as she used to do at school.

She was five years older than I, and so I looked up to her.