"I might have known she'd do something.

Catch me on any more reform committees!" "The way of the reformer is hard," soothed Grace, as she picked up the gown Elfreda had thrown in a heap on the floor, and folding it, laid it across the foot of the stout girl's couch.
Elfreda, who was reaching into the closet for her brown serge dress, wheeled about, regarding Grace solemnly.

"Too hard for me," she declared.

"Hereafter, the Anarchist can attend to her own reformation.
The Briggs Helping Hand Society has disbanded.".