Miss Quincey will be always with us." "We must put younger women in her place." Rhoda winced as though Miss Cursiter had struck her.
"They will soon grow old.

Our profession is a cruel one.

It uses up the finest and most perishable parts of a woman's nature.

It takes the best years of her life--and throws the rest away." "Yet thousands of women are willing to take it up, and leave comfortable homes to do it too." "Yes," sighed Rhoda, "it's the rush for the open door." "My dear Rhoda, the women's labour market is the same as every other.

The best policy is the policy of the open door.