We don't want to lose a girl if we can help it." Mrs.Owen rose and transferred a pile of paperbound books from a shelf to her desk.

Sylvia recognized these as college catalogues and noted bits of paper thrust into the leaves as markers.
"I've been looking into this business some since we went down to college.

I had a lot of these schools send me their catalogues and they're mighty interesting, though a good deal of it I don't understand.
Sylvia" (Sylvia never heard her name drawled as Mrs.Owen spoke it without a thrill of expectancy)--"Sylvia, there's a lot of books being written, and pieces in the magazines all the time, about women and what we have done or can't do.

What do you suppose it's all leading up to ?" "That question is bigger than I am, Aunt Sally.

But I think the conditions that have thrown women out into the world as wage-earners are forcing one thing--just one thing, that is more important now than any other--it's all summed up in the word efficiency." "Efficiency ?" Mrs.Owen reached for the poker and readjusted the logs; she watched the resulting sparks for a moment, then settled herself back in her chair and repeated Sylvia's word again.
"You mean that a woman has got to learn how to make her jelly jell?
Is that your notion ?" "Exactly that.