Americans have no social conscience.

That's the trouble with you all; rank individualists, every one of you.

When the political attitude of the average citizen is that of the ostrich keeping his head in the sand so that he shan't see what the country's coming to, what can you expect of the women?
Your arguments don't affect the suffrage question, they merely dismiss America.

I shall lose my temper if you trot them out to me.' Miss Buckston never lost her temper, however; other people's opinions counted too little with her for that.
At the end of the first week Althea felt distinctly that though the country, even under these dismal climatic conditions, might be delightful if shared with some people, it was not delightful shared with Miss Buckston.

She did not like walking in the rain; she was a creature of houses, cabs and carriages.