Rebel women

ing the

er start," faltered th

e excuse for delaying any lon

, making a great show of t

patrolling the gutter, even for the sake of advertising a meeting of rebel women in the Albert Hall. A strong south-west wind, a real London drizzle overhead and thick mud underfoot, could hardly be held to offer striking attractions to a band of naturally timorous ladies, girt about with sandwich-boards, prepari

ir cardboard bonds in order to straighten a crooked hat. "If anything or anybody were to unhorse us and make us bite the dust-isn't that what belted

all never get accustomed to the make-up," she added ruefully, as she once more swept the greater part of our stock of pamphlets from the counter to th

be nothing saleable left in the place

ded the girl in green, trying to infuse

sed the woman in

er, without, however, moving any neare

brave wings; put

sleep out all

of George Herbert, but

side and all the people I know in Kensington," said the tall woma

some one in a moment of real inspiration; and under the influence of this new and

significantly as we filed past her that it was most important to be as well dressed as possible in her neighbourhood. Neither thi

iration in which this was uttered. As it was, an outrageous remark that followed did far more to raise our drooping spirits. This one was made by a girl, wearing a flaming hat and bl

in't they?

ding motor-omnibus. In time, no doubt, it would be possible to acquire the easy swagger of the real sandwich man, though the real sandwich man would under no circumstances be submitted, as we were, to a definite onslaught from every impudent tradesman's boy who whizzed past us on a tricycle. As it was, no one could have said that our pace bore the slightest resemblance to the leisurely saunter of the professional patroller of the gutter. In spite of conscientious efforts on our part to maintain the regulat

ook at 'em!" roared

te, same as you an' me? Ain't she got as much sense in her 'ead as what I 'ave?" He modulated his belligerent shout to a

s all to close up for a moment,

omrade, who was one of those to overhear the friendly r

sperately sorry for the poor men who have to do this sort of

est conviction that a human link existed between her and all sandwich-men received, however, a slight shock as soon as we encountered one of these. Melting with compassion, she tried in a single look to express all she felt for his hard lot, but was met by a still more eloquent expression of pity from his eye-the one that did not

t saw our procession coming along, with flying colours and flapping boards, it dropped the Teddy bear on the pavement and emitted an amazing remark that sounded to all of us, except our literary member, like "Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!" Our literar

orgive her for feeling uneasy about the baby's future. Our triumph was short-lived, however, for we were scarcely out of hearing of the b

of 'em?" he grumbled fiercely. As the girl in green observed, he was not

se her hard heart was melted by the absent-minded smile of our literary member, who mistook her for a supporter. There was the clergyman who stood with his hat in his hand the whole time our procession was going by; there was the sentimentalist who, after telling each one of us in turn

view of the shop looking-glass, it required all our newly won insensibility to stifle an inward consciousness that the glories of a militant campaign still remained rather spiritual than actual. Our hair was damp and straight, our cardboard armour limp and b

an's criticism became wildly

, as we slowly passed indoors out of his sight. "Vo

leasant to be mistaken for representat