Such a dear old town," she said.

But the next moment she bit her lips, for she had come so near to adding, "I wish I were back this very minute!" What was her visitor saying?
She frowned and leaned forward attentively.

Something about a small town in Vermont and the funny local politics there.

"Where is she leading by that remark ?" Oh, yes, suffrage! That was all right! "Yes, indeed," declared Ethel eagerly, "I'm for suffrage heart and soul! I marched in the parade last Fall! Wasn't it glorious?
Were you there ?" "Yes, I marched--" "With the gardeners ?" Ethel blushed again.

"Landscape, I mean!" And her visitor smiled.
"Yes, with the gardeners," she said.