These voiceless masses that never spoke, but were always being spoken for by self-appointed "leaders," "representatives," who immediately they had climbed into prominence took their place among the rulers, and then from press and platform shouted to them what they were to think and feel.

It was as if the Drill-Sergeant were to claim to be the "leader," the "representative" of his squad; or the sheep-dog to pose as the "delegate" of the sheep.

Dealt with always as if they were mere herds, mere flocks, they had almost lost the power of individual utterance.

One would have to teach them, encourage them.
She remembered a Sunday class she had once conducted; and how for a long time she had tried in vain to get the children to "come in," to take a hand.

That she might get in touch with them, understand their small problems, she had urged them to ask questions.