In many operations she has shown that she is man's superior--doing this by the simple method of turning out more work in a day than the man whose place she took--" Mary invited the speaker to go home with her, and if you had gone past the house on the hill that night, you would have seen lights burning downstairs until after one o 'clock.
How did they train the women?
How did they find time to do their washing and ironing?
What about the children?
And the babies?
And the home?
As the visitor explained, stopping now and then to tell her young hostess where to write for government reports giving facts and figures on the subject which they were discussing, Mary's eyes grew dreamier and dreamier as one fancy after another passed through her mind.

And when the clock struck one and she couldn't for shame keep her guest up any longer, she went to her room at last and undressed in a sort of a reverie, her glance inward turned, her head slightly on one side, and with such a look of thoughtful exaltation that I wish I could paint it for you, because I know I can never put it into words.
Still, if you can picture Betsey Ross, it was thus perhaps that Betsey looked when first she saw the flag.
Or Joan of Arc might once have gazed that way in Orleans' woods..