If I had all she has, I think I should be as happy as the days are long.

I don't believe I would let a wave of trouble roll across my peaceful breast." "Oh! Annette," said Mrs.Gladstone, "don't speak so extravagantly, and I don't like to hear you quote those lines for such an occasion." "Why not mother?
Where's the harm ?" "That hymn has been associated in my mind with my earliest religious impressions and experience, and I don't like to see you lift it out of its sacred associations, for such a trifling occasion." "Oh mother you are so strict.

I shall never be able to keep time with you, but I do think, if I was off as Jeanette, that I would be as blithe and happy as a lark, and instead of that she seems to be constantly drooping and fading." "Annette," said Mrs.Gladstone, "I knew a woman who possesses more than Jeanette does, and yet she died of starvation." "Died of starvation! Why, when, and where did that happen?
and what became of her husband ?" "He is in society, caressed and [ ed ?] on by the young girls of his set and I have seen a number of managing mammas to whom I have imagined he would not be an objectionable son-in-law." "Do I know him mother ?" "No! and I hope you never will." "Well mother I would like to know how he starved his wife to death and yet escaped the law." "The law helped him." "Oh mother!" said both girls opening their eyes in genuine astonishment.
"I thought," said Mary Gladstone, "it was the province of the law to protect women, I was just telling Miss Basanquet yesterday, when she was talking about woman's suffrage that I had as many rights as I wanted and that I was willing to let my father and brothers do all the voting for me." "Forgetting my dear, that there are millions of women who haven't such fathers and brothers as you have.

No my dear, when you examine the matter, a little more closely, you will find there are some painful inequalities in the law for women." "But mother, I do think it would be a dreadful thing for women to vote Oh! just think of women being hustled and crowded at the polls by rude men, their breaths reeking with whiskey and tobacco, the very air heavy with their oaths.

And then they have the polls at public houses.