If you haven't heard it I must tell you the truth--I'm a farmer! And I don't let anybody run my business.

Other widows have to take what the lawyers give them; but while I can tell oats from corn and horses from pigs I'm going to handle my own money.

We women are a lot of geese, I tell you, child! I'm treasurer of a lot of things women run, and I can see a deficit through a brick wall as quick as any man on earth.

Don't you ever let any man vote any proxy for you--you tell 'em you'll attend the stockholders' meetings yourself, and when you go, kick!" Sylvia had not the faintest notion of what proxy meant, but she was sure it must be something both interesting and important or Mrs.Owen would not feel so strongly about it.
"When I was your age," Mrs.Owen continued, "girls weren't allowed to learn anything but embroidery and housekeeping.

But my father had some sense.