It would be bound to come soon, the woman's vote.

And after that the opening of all doors would follow.
She would wear her college robes.

It would be far more fitting than a succession of flimsy frocks that would have no meaning in them.

What pity it was that the art of dressing--its relation to life--was not better understood.

What beauty-hating devil had prompted the workers to discard their characteristic costumes that had been both beautiful and serviceable for these hateful slop-shop clothes that made them look like walking scarecrows.