"There were only four of us, but we felt like the Four Hundred." Ethel giggled excitedly.
"Wasn't it glorious ?" she exclaimed.

"You ninny!" she thought.

"You said that once!" And she hastened to add, "And isn't it perfectly silly for men to try to keep us from marching ?" "You mean your husband doesn't approve ?" "Approve!" Ethel echoed with a sniff.

"I'd like to see him disapprove.
I have him in fair control, I think." And she knitted her brows in an eager way, for this was a chance to tell how she had done it.
"How long have you been married!" her visitor was asking.
"Let me see.

Four years?
No, two," she replied, with a quick smile.
"Time does so fly along in this town!" "It does indeed.