How many I am not quite sure.

That's another point--you decide these things." She frowned and scratched this sentence out.

"And children grow--and the idea of bringing them up makes me feel very young and humble, too.

But in that we are all in the same boat--for the whole country, I suppose, is a good deal the same.
What a queer and puzzling, gorgeous age we are just beginning--all of us! I wonder what I shall make of it?
What shall I be like ten years from now?
How much shall I mean to my husband--and to other men and women?
But most of all to women--for we are coming together so! I wonder what we shall make of it all?
I wonder how much we women who march--march on and on to everything--are really going to mean in the world! "Oh, how solemn! Good-night, my dears! A kiss to every one of you!" She folded her letter with the rest, and then she quickly squeezed them all into a large envelope, which she addressed to Miss Barbara Wells, Bismarck, North Dakota.

Ethel's eyes were very bright.