Rebel women

ion of Pene

of the soul, has nothing to do with opinions. It matters what your casual acquaintance thinks about the subject of the hour, because you have to talk with him. It doesn't matter in the least what your friend thinks, because there is no conversation among friends, there is only intercourse, which has nothing to d

o possibility of converting people to anything, unl

convert the person who is your friend. And as your mother is one of the few mot

to the particular manifestation of eternal truth known as Votes for Women; and, to put it plainly, you ca

," I argued, "

her because of the immortal grudge she would owe you for doing it, I suppose I shall have to take that risk myself. I

ements who have bartered friendships for causes since the world began; and Sarah's greeting, when she o

the impassive tone of one whom no message, however strange, could disconcert. "It's the Suffragettics, I think," she added for m

er wait downstairs. Sarah led the way up to the back drawing-roo

rom the top of the house to the bottom-that is, if t

Presently there came a calm, in the course of which Penelope seemed to be getting on rather well. She was keeping her temper wonderfully, I thought, and was apparently convincing the enemy beyond the pow

u would pick up my ear-trumpet," said Penelope's mother

d, for retorts came thick and fast as soon as P

the line at ju-jitsu, I admit, because I didn't like the appearance of the unpleasant little yellow person with the pigtail-he

said you hindered my development. We are not Suffragettes because we have

you can cure anybody's attitude towards w

't knoc

off a policeman's helmet. Her mouth was wide open, and she was doing it with an umbrella-a dreadful, ill-bred, unwoma

nce Nightingale a dreadful, unwomanly creature for wanting to go out to the war to nurse grown-up men without

ngs were said about that noble woman, for whom I have the utmost veneration, because she taught me to air a room by opening th

and is more honoured. That shows, doesn't it, th

I have dropped my ear-trumpet again, so

t was sticking out of the coal-box, always a sign of mental disturbance in Penelope's home; and both

pe's mother, as though her loss were not an hourly occur

anished eternal truths and their tiresome topical manifestations to oblivion, and received me in the grand manner that was designed, fifty years ago, to hide from visitors and servants alike th

gracious greeting I received. She turned a serene countenance towards Penelope, who was showing no inherited i

ght just as well have stayed in the coal-box the wh

enelope had been sent upstairs to look for a piece of needle-work, that Penelope's m

re of appeal and disapproval in her tone, "it is yo

s converted her. Penelope

mother's," was the indignant reply. "When I was a

ver been true. The ear-trumpet described furious circles i

e, "we had the good manners not to let our mothers g

y she had not taken my advice and left me to risk my fr

after that I had to go on, naturally. But if I haven't converted mother in the drawing-room, I seem to have succeeded incidentally in conv

" I inte

through the open drawing-room d

study both sides of

es

you open the window and not the door, when you wish to air your bedroo

es

y magazine and order a suffrage p

Miss Penelope's alrea

ed downstairs to

ime; I told you she would be

mortal grudge!"