"A lot of traditions as old as Herodotus--and about as trustworthy!" he said.

"It's likely women--just a pack of women--would have hung together like that! We all know women can't organize--that they scrap like anything--are frightfully jealous." "But these New Ladies didn't have anyone to be jealous of, remember," drawled Jeff.
"That's a likely story," Terry sneered.
"Why don't you invent a likelier one ?" I asked him.

"Here ARE the women--nothing but women, and you yourself admit there's no trace of a man in the country." This was after we had been about a good deal.
"I'll admit that," he growled.

"And it's a big miss, too.

There's not only no fun without 'em--no real sport--no competition; but these women aren't WOMANLY.