She is not quite so unsexed as you may think, my dear womanly madame.

A male friend of mine was telling me of a catastrophe that once occurred at a station in the East Indies.
No time to think of Husbands.
A fire broke out at night, and everybody was in terror lest it should reach the magazine.

The women and children were being hurried to the ships, and two ladies were hastening past my friend.

One of them paused, and, clasping her hands, demanded of him if he knew what had become of her husband.

Her companion was indignant.
"For goodness' sake, don't dawdle, Maria," she cried; "this is no time to think of husbands." There is no reason to fear that the working woman will ever cease to think of husbands.